The Answers February 23,2012
The speed of light is much like Galileos eye
lost in time
a lifetime away with the angels and their memories.
This eye you could never touch nor see,
Much like god made of glass
to only reflect you and me.
It's not that we are blind
or that we, like the baby in the carrier
are unsure where we are going.
But that we have forgotten love,
love which has all the answers.
And we forget, how hard is the heart
as we move with the speed of darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem