The goddess
walks into a room
of red
n unravels
white see through
seams
n stares blankly through a window
sells the moon her dreams,
n the stars fall
like diamonds
she doesnt wish though
she lets them fall
they slip through her fingers like water
like love
she knows they cannot be grasped
there is no forever
just moments ticking
like the wrinkles beggining to creep on the sidelines
of her face,
she sighs,
she smiles anyways,
Naked before the moon,
n wishes she could sit so still
forever,
n feel the sun creep up n warm,
all the cold places
that long to be touched......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem