imagine you, standing there.
Ahead of the crowd, looking up into
your beautiful sky -
fireworks, pirouetting into the night,
lighting the distance; a flash darting from the earth
and you.
like a statue in grey, forever still -
watching; mesmerised.
and me,
willing you to move.
wanting you to face me -
wishing that you would.
you know, i've seen you in these endless wanders,
wrapping your sadness in laughter -
a laugh that lights
my beautiful sky,
like fireworks in your own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you know what i actually liked it, stirred up emotion for me