There is a dream living
In my beating heart;
That is my soul,
I guess you could call it.
In as much as two hearts
Could be one,
And still know that they're apart
-Flesh and Bone-
Though in fiction only
Are we apart.
For the flesh is not the heart,
Nor is it the soul,
And you and I are never alone;
Merely in the dark.
And your hot breath on the back of my neck
Is the Sun
In the noon-day sky
Shining into my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, what a vast sea we wade into when we take up our pen with love on our mind. The world probably could be papered with odes to love and romance, but you have acquitted yourself well and distinctly with this effort. You have skirted on the edge of well-worn truisms, but greatly succeeded in bringing a fresh edge to each of your metaphors, personalizing and re-working them into a composition that is refreshing and engaging. Bravo!