you are there before the storm
you are there before the eyes
like summer haze begins to flakes
like snowy breeze begins to brooks
…
something heavy, somewhere cold
someplace rainy, somewhat fold..
my furled wings, my vulnerable heart
…
where all the sundown are all breathtaking
when all the moon child's are all bliss-wishing
…
like you were there after the storm
like you were there beyond the eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem