Out there in the fragile shadows
Beyond the self,
Lurks unimaginable power.
Energies that conspire
In the darkness
To offer you a tantalising glimpse
Of another world:
Possibilities beyond dreams,
The scalding risks of magic beyond mortality
That cannot help but slip through your fingers
As soon as you reach for it's blessing.
Like the stale perfume of a tired romance
The searing light of morning
Asks unwelcome questions,
Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.
Yes we must come back to harsh reality but when the prologue is so beautifully written, who cares? Loved the poetic magic of this piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is always a trace of magic in the shadows. What a beautiful poem. I enjoyed reading it.