And here I am again
Enigma seasoning
Feeling and eluding
As words fail the abstract
Lines dissecting the sky
confronted by fine twigs
A criss-cross confusion
Naked on the light sky
Of blue, or grey, or fog
And this and that and but
Surviving the until
Ignored - look - look - ignored
Light's splinter hanging - there
The thinnest crescent moon
Untouched - Perfect- Complete
Hope in embryo buds
This their searching finding
In this one cold instant
Limits of comprehension
In lights obliteration
Snow will fall and soften
The statements intention
Birds will be supported
They will wave in the wind
Drip rain - but continue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovly write here words are not failing but falling with utter ease ....