...last night
I thought we flew
through a storm
and had been swallowed
I watched both of us
spinning in
between dreams.
athrill with unborn joy,
entranced with
unfelt-touch
I compare
your hazy face
with the picture
on my window...
I grapple with
words swindled with
sighs and ardor
should we fly
to the periphery
of this world
and be racked with
self-reproach?
I wanted more.
But a thought
is just a thought.
your new poem is as usual very lovely and crisp. keep writing..
That is a beautiful reflection, derived from that massive fountain only good poets can tab. Great poem and thank you for sharing this. Aziz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Astonishing thoughts, fine wording! 10+