Wherever these shoes took me
I took you along
No hesitation
No fear of admonition
I carried you in the background
In the same blue and white attire
Hanging on the words that burnt like fire
Sparks from the past flying ahead of me
Playing that repetition smile
You were in the eternal background
Orchids convincing me of being a misfit
The lake struggling to be viewed
Ripples waving from the blue
A strange invitation of the moments to come
The background is the only thing that’s true
Belief made easy by you
Not the slave of the walls anymore
Only the smear outline of you
In this mess of a thousand reflections
A thousand backgrounds hanging loose
We’ll meet on the edges of the zephyr
When we’ll be a tune……..
16th August 16,2010 On an unknown frequency……
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem