there was meaning once
in the way
the stars were scattered
helter skelter
and you
would try and trace
patterns
the meaning was
hidden
in cryptic breaths
of air
a hand brush
hair on eyelashes
blink
they said 'where
will you find love
it isn't
up there
and i never
did find it
in the stars
a quick brush
eyelash
on cold cheek
love fell softly
into a dark ocean
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like a warm stain on the air. Between her and the sky, a face. Beautiful and inspiring. best care, Ben.