I saw you on the edge of longing
you poured sand
in the hourglass of sudden events
in order to cheat in the free time
hands of the clock raced off ahead
thoughts broken from the chain
of restrictions
waited impatiently for the sound
of footsteps in the fog
in order to lead the look to the sun
whom I had to wait for
like for stroking into the cheek
of morning of the bright day
when wild strawberries will bloom
be a smell for me with forest
I will exchange longing then
for love and...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The surprisingly fine use of metaphors. Marvellous poem. It is worthwhile reading. I like it very much. :) DA