The clarity of the world
In an instant-
Glaring purple white glow of lightning,
Its jagged ribbon cutting the infinity of darkness
like a pierced windowpane
And I question the permanence
of all that is and has been-
This unsheathed blade of luminance
forgotten by the eye moments after its birth.
It is your face against black obscurity
and my bare feet are flooded by the rain.
I do not know what mystery
compelled me towards the storm,
but it left me
drenched and alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am alive, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.