Recalling,
The surreal,
The singular sunrise,
The brilliant dalliance,
Perfumed with divinity,
That seemed,
To only belong to me,
And God,
The crystal moment when the brush,
Of reality and aesthetics,
Form fit with precise perception,
Smooth,
Water like,
In touch and reflection,
Left round without edges,
The sheer shimmering radiance,
Dulcet heat,
Warmed icy parts,
For the first time,
A cherished moment passed,
To come no more, ,
In retrospect,
It faded flawlessly,
Into the sweet recess,
Of memory,
Reserved for,
Nostalgia,
Times when,
Being alive,
Was alive with being,
Reliving and romancing,
Will never compare,
To the synchronization,
Of symphony,
And sanguine etching
Of when senses and spirit,
Collide in compliment,
Now,
The deep ache,
That exists,
Somewhere between,
Your heart and stomach,
The sour twang,
Of the bittersweet,
Responsible for,
The passion,
Of meeting again,
Oh to look upon the face,
Of that which is no more,
With desire unfulfilled,
Love remains,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem