If my eyes were despised and faded their guise
and in blurry refraction go dim.
The last thing I think,
where I’d like not to blink
would to see a reflection of Him
But since He is ghost
and I wouldn’t come close
of a last clasp of life I could rake.
I would choose instead You,
anywhere, any hue
and would gaze until darkness doth take…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a depiction of between whos who..but chosen the reality..a lovely message.. Ency Bearis