It was that equation of wild love--
That was the beginning of our end;
Undone and spiriling...
In coils of antiscipation;
Where anxiety hitches a ride--
And congruity has taken its leave;
Senses of 'common' disappear...
Lost behind remanants of stoic...
Making difficult the choices--
That fly over our heads landing field...
And disappear into this abyss...
That you call life;
The Essence
September,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bianca, Thank you very much. Your comment is much appreciated. Regards, Theo