You didn't ask me, and I didn't tell.
A raven was nestled within the pine,
and a cloud rained over my darkened hell
until sunlight spiraled within my spine.
The mottled moment was tinted with rain.
I turned to gently wipe away a tear,
and I bore the weight of the world in vain
in a twine with time when you lingered near.
The blossoming bud of a sky-eyed girl
glistened with a drop of evening dew
and shimmered like the nacre of a pearl
washed in the windswept waves of storm-cloud blue.
I remember your eyes, your smile, your face,
and the black cat clock hanging on the wall
and how music filtered throughout the space.
I could feel myself falling, falling, fall.
The sail was tattered in the tempest's cry.
The ocean calmed into a starry realm.
Tangled in time: two hearts, one beat, one sigh,
and only one captain manning the helm.
I didn't ask, and you didn't tell me.
A jagged branch scribbles upon the lake.
A raven is pensive with prophecy
whose passage to promise has yet to break.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem