The rock a by
The babies in the treetops
Singing bird songs
Back and forth feeling
The moon glare on and on
The light becoming
A window
A wall
Two eyes staring
Up at it all
The rock a by
Of the wind in and out
Of the screen, in
And out of the lungs, the
Mouth, up and
Over the tongue
The taste of dawn on
Your lips
The rock a bye
The call of the whippoorwill
The footsteps of all
Your ghosts pacing
The sigh
The cackle
The laugh
The sound of a shallow
Breath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem