it is our creativity that
takes us away from the norms
of daily dallies
daisies growing on the hillsides
clouds hanging on cliffs
it is our imagination that takes
us away from pagination
about books that have no landscapes
no sailboats on its
horizons
when i begin to think about those
beautiful memories with you
those bygone days
i become free
shackles dissolve like ice cream on
my feet and hands
the lightness of my being
licks them
it is this thought of you that frees
me from the chains of my grief
the way the morning sun kisses the hills
the way the moon sails on the seas
what keeps me alive is not myself but you
my memory of youth tanning me on the beach
it is this paradise of my mind
that keeps Eden forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem