where lovers meet,
and lay down their swords.
where song is born,
before thoughts or constraints.
where touch is formed,
in the bed of want.
where hearts are loosed,
and fire begins.
where two roads merge,
two rivers become one.
where the sparrow's wings
gain the eagle's heights.
where black and white
are filled with color.
where the mountaintop
embraces the sky.
where every dream
is laid at the door.
where time itself
looses its grip....
where thunder waits
in the silent clouds.
where scars are touched,
and flesh becomes flesh!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am a big fan of Rod McKuen Eric, there is much of him in your fine poetry.