Between us a gulf may have emerged, gouging out the glee
of unbridled and seemingly insatiable togetherness.
But transient it is,
for that is against the flow.
Together we are for all
times and vicissitudes.
Lest we be misled into
the belief that this trough
is the truth, keep going back
harp on the glorious past.
Gulp down the girth of
gluttonous expectations
of those around and glibly
elevate into the zone of rapture.
Together we are always
despite the dessications of
disparate emotions galore.
Shorn of shams we are always.
Merge in the merry of
timeless camaraderie and
unbound joy of togetherness.
No gulf, no glum only glee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem