FOR MERVE
Distance
The wall between you and me
The left-overs of a far away love
The lust that never comes to town
Distance
Like a picture on a torn canvas
The language never understood
The hand reaching out for nobody
The cell in the last circle of hell
Distance might mean that fish
Gasping for air in that dying pool
The lizard watching the remains
Of the desert turning green in the rain
Distance
Your body and mine dissolving into the water
Of the many messages we have sent
Water of love, lust and yearning
Begging for the light of truth
Santiago
February,2001
A sublime start with a nice poem, Fidel. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep feelings expressed with wonderful command of the language. A passionate rhetorical piece of poetry elegantly penned from the heart with conviction. Lovely indeed. Thanks for sharing Fidel and do remain enriched.