the distance
between heartbeats
is forever.
the clouds. a breeze
sailing through the sky.
time stenciled
somewhere
on the
underside of the rustle
of
autumn leaves.
wait. sit down. tomorrow
is inevitable.
relax. soothe down the wrinkles
of the dream.
forever is promised to those
who will be nice.
kind to themselves.
it will also be a lonely place.
10-04-1977
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem