Beside me is still some water; and therein I lay,
sloughing off bark where mossy patches dream.
Funny how time lets dreams float away, down
stream, while the forest moves it in, ever closer.
Soft splashes cover water that drips serendipity,
and it defines our waiting, for something exciting.
And resting inside a hollow shaped spoon am I,
still too large, I hold my breath, while you walk by.
You stop, bend down and hold off my imagination
and being satisfied, you shift the moon around it.
Pleasant poetry. Imaginative, complex yet refined and simple. Keep on, goldy
Stunning imagery here my friend...the final lines are masterful. Smiling at you Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i don't have a clue what you're talking about here but that doesn't mean I don't find it beautiful.... :)