Have you ever had dreams...
Of a bright yellow plastic bench in a dark-green forest
Of a green glistening dropp of oil on the edge of an brazen-carbon frame
Of a twisted dry tamarind leaf floating in the middle of a heave breathing sea
Of a strange known glance from an unknown fleeting face
Of a thin stratum of freshly fallen ice on the fences of a sun baked cottage
Of lying on crumpled gooey sheets left behind by someone so much within your emptiness…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem