so little is myself
a little corner left of heart
a consciousness
i claim it all - predatory
do i have full reins?
the lonely dead of night
it has choked me in tears
it holds full reins?
we tango together for sure
sometimes together
sometimes on opposite lanes
i am a dancer with set rules to follow
and have been told to be
totally responsible for missteps
the heart it is made to
measure them all
i am just a little space on left
meditating on them all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow...such a lovely poem John. We are all just a small part of the dance of life. Our steps can be in tune or out of kilt at times but oh when we dance on the same path towards ultimate enlightenment, our spirits soar....10