if our love dies,
sinks beneath the blue green n gray of our eyes,
i will still breathe underwater, a mermaid n the fall of possibilities,
n my mind does wander through ages n ages of spent pages
no love wasted n this world freely given...
am i forgiven then?
for indiscretions...faiths shaken between the sheets of new promises?
that glow underneath the bruises of a love wasted?
n then maybe my fire is to much,
burning us all hot n red beneath the glow..
the goddess she knows,
represents all n whispers..
n tones to quite for me to hear,
against the loud beating of my hopeful heart...
yet i put my ear my heart my soul to the ground n i listen..
even when the silence shatters me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem