We were intimate in our conversations
Where metaphors were built by a hundred words.
We shared the absence of our pasts
And treasured the gift in each others presence.
We confided in each others confines and found passage ways
In the secrete corners of our hearts were no one ever goes.
We made paper plains with pages from our diaries
Of painful memories when the rhyme in our words dried out.
We were intimate beyond arms reach
With the four walls bearing witness to the weaknesses on display.
We made sense when the coldness of the night creped-up
To freeze our brains into deep-sleep where our dreams waited.
We found each other when the day was fading
And she helped restore me when my faith was failing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful. Full of feeling. Like this one!