When
peril
strikes the core
of your being
you play a fiduciary symphony.
You flail your bare hands without direction
orchestrating
aimlessly
seeking
help.
Then
I come
like Zeus
to rescue you
and shore your dreams before the wind is gone.
I unfold this moonlight to see the skies
sit on a rock
playing with
pebbles
sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem