nothing more for me to say
than a silent 'i love you',
standing beside you,
whatever comes!
your life, your journey,
but a part of the sweetness,
-most likely the middle,
both mine and yours...
burned by choice
on the altar of sacrifice...
feeding the fire
that whispered
our hidden names....
so deep inside that
it permeates breath...
and stinks like damp earth
just plowed in the spring....
your life, your journey, ...
i am but the bridge,
the walking stick, the pack....
the shelter made of
fresh cut branches stacked....
the light of the moon
on your darkest night!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it good poem as always. good write.