I feel an urge to crack open—once again
But I'm not sure I can bear the strain
… Whatsoever, anymore!
I'm not sure I can take another lover
I'm not sure I can recover
… Whatsoever, anymore!
But - yet there's an egret
Wanting to spread its wings azure, inside of me
And nest, again, once more for sure.
But - yet there's something in my heart
Tells me there's no rainbows end.
No pot of gold.
But I require a loyal, loving friend to hold
That won't or can't be, told
… Whatsoever, anymore
That our love grows, cold.
I require me just one lover, telling me there is, no
No fissure, can't be crossed, bridged, healed or closed.
Take my hand; we are all so near to the end.
Here-every-story truly begins afresh
Here-no-one asks to be, saved
From being crushed by talons or bleeding claws
But-just is a rehearsal instrument singing in bliss?
… Whatsoever, they're forever more
Like the cry the thunder in the sky
They too forget the reason all things must die
Be quenched dry, only to again cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem