So this, is the elusive.
The cause, the goal.
It always is,
Drawing all, to itself.
We move,
For you,
Elusive.
I make you so,
When I,
Am I.
It begins anew,
With the question,
Of you.
Are you I?
Or shall I cry?
You see yourself,
In such resplendent eyes,
Are you there,
Elusive?
Smile we must,
At the ways we move,
Unaware of you,
Peace.
A falling leaf,
The approaching dawn,
An innocent gesture,
Love.
You will never cease,
Becoming,
Unfolding.
Eternally we are,
The beautiful One…
Elusive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem