on other side of the sea
as she looks through
the mirror of her smiles
yet with baited breath
to reach home to be within
for a love lucked at home.
the reels of distance apart
when cruised to its myth
by the crunch of silence
to a glance into the horizon
where I lie lonely desolate.
in her dream as I do exist
in response to a resonance
of a moment yet in mingling
with tears yet glowing blue.
for a repose to a reason
being poised by the glamour
as always stacked within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
see the whole of which I was a part; see the way...temper tore your heart, And then the love beneath the laceration.see the landscape shaping our relation: Your fear that I might choose with little art, My anger at the dreams you would impart, The ancient paths that lead to confrontation.But knowledge needn't linger in regret, or wait upon some wind to clear its sky.