Dream of the blue ugly & you will never see the smooth whispers
of the moon behind shadows of misty gardens.
Ask who is there but do not have a need to know.
Stop to think & they will scream at you.
Lie to them and then watch:
As their weakness turns to love.
A petal of beauty falls into the storm & is lost forever
As a sweet repulsive wind swims above
This symphony of bloodless rain:
Cool chanting moment is but a knife
Driven deep, deeper into those still pictures
Sleeping in bitter recall.
Trip in the rusty light & shine true & delirious
Like a diamond lusting in those visions
of a winter sky in your head.
I AM YOUR SAD DELICATE DEATH & YOU ARE MY MAD MUSIC.
(5-18-2004)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem