Fire of
Blissful tones
Dancing on lucid coals
Illusions of what could be
Only a dream of me.
Avision of nights covering
drifts away peacefully
Dancing on blades of grass
Bonfires that always pass.
Each Movement dead
in the wink of an eye
Pleasure so fleeting
no time for goodbye
Bondage to somethingness
brought by a sweet caress
sensation of melody
lost beyond wandering
Each dream trancendant
a shimmering sky
truths independence
no time for goodbye
Destinys meeting place
tainted by wicked haste
Dreams of a firey end
end of my only friend.
-Jill Barron
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem