fire
keeps
warm
around
the
embers
burning
drowning
out
crackling
ice
beneath.
broken
glass
becomes
dancing
shadows
of
tunneling
ice
coursing
blue
iris
valley.
july
full
moon
taunts
old
codes
in
a
heart.
blinking
time
waits
waving
neither
hello
nor
goodbye
In
between
meaning
holds
in the
winding
mad
echoes
time
traveling
the
air
through
these
trees
in
the
night
through
these
streams.
The
tides
high
low,
sky
clouds
gleam.
A
stitch
comes
loose
in
this
seam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...............beautiful poem....not sure if you meant to have one word on each line....still I enjoyed it...