it had begun
with a brushstroke
a drunken attempt
to capture
a vision
of a love real
or imagined
a face neither here
nor there
in hues of indigo
and scarlet
a face
dancing
on the edge
of passion's
horizon
upon inspection
it was discovered
hidden in
the whirling
colorstorm
was not one face
but two
blind to each other
yet
embraced
in a sacred unity
of blood
and spirit
dawn's hope
mingled
with twilight's promise
from these faces
a spiraling
had been birthed
streams of thought
and seed
etching a map
of earth
and from her edges
borders
had begun
to weave themselves
into a tapestry
which revealed
her sisters
who had been lost
to her
five sisters
now overlapping
sharing their joys
miseries
births
deaths
and rebirths
sisters dancing
an ecstatic circle
of reconciliation
and hidden
within the circle
where all
will come to
by and by
dances
the final gift
of home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem