Some loves are candles
in the night
Without the sun they too
seem bright
as familiar faced moons
and orbs which arc the dark
in silent passing
softly trespassing.
Some parade as sun and
seem never done.
Our little torch glow
perhaps UFO?
was an almost
an almost reality
whizzing too fast
to be fixed
to last
goodby gentle eyes,
may your dreams remember
to wake you missing me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some loves are like candles some like a torch some for the bedroom some for the porch