PLAYING GOD
Only God…
Could love you for yourself alone…
-W. B. Yeats
I roll over from daytime sleep
And wipe from my eyes asinine dreams:
Of
cars not made and human wings
peace, trust, immortality
being an Irish rock star, rearing snakes…
you loving eternally-
the naked, limbless… just me.
PS.
About the last one
I reckon it wouldn’t be fair
to expect you
to play God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem