I sometimes think everything has eyes
I like to imagine them in the clouds
in the spaces between the boughs
in the water in the houses
the funniest thing is
I don't imagine them staring at me
for they seem to be
a universe center reflection
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing poem. Somehow I could imagine our Emily writing this..thinking about this.. I think great minds think alive, go to the same frequencies..the frequency of God, whoever and whatever we can conceive as filling that role!