What were we
before this?
we have assumed
shapes
that do not now
fit
were you the flower
to my bough?
or the apple to my
tree?
why have i become
so attached to you?
was there a connection
before?
was i the trail to your
mountain?
was i your wing?
were you my lover?
you only appear in
my dream
and yet you have become
so real
like a finger to my hand
an eye to my face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem