Eyes have ceased time for another blink;
Seeing
Yet stoned at the feeling station,
Catalyzing a feeling of happy-to-be-fallen,
Like wax-winged Icarus or like myth of Lazarus.
Fallen-
To be drowned before Titanic flaw,
To fly even before Wright brothers' law.
A triangle- of no-coming-back to innocence,
A black hole- of Pandora's real illusions.
There!
Moments get drunk in another moment,
As do both Cupid and Bacchus;
Wine is love, love is wine-
Indeed!
Both are divine.
Doubts got burnt washing blasphemy away,
Left nothing but
Volcanoes of love and Falls of wine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem