The way leads on…..
the path…….
dark and swollen
the rock absorbing solitude
the wind echoing lullaby’s warble
and sometimes…
peeping from a sidewalk fence
a rose with moon inside
reflecting a sparkling eye
pink—the color of desire which the rainbow failed to own
the flame of the forest with
a shadowy smile
bending to touch the unuttered word
the falling leaves
wayward
darkening gloom and unattended screams
accompanying the gasping breath
the creeping numbness of a distanced affection
the truth unknown
on the wailing path
the affected cloud
staring at the detached sky
the bush thick and close
like the lovers’ grip
the orange glow seemingly indifferent
with hidden palpable hearts
the mind carrying half-forgotten
disturbing melodies
and sometimes…
the anklet of singing streams
squeezing a seductive smile
gliding on fantasy
to float on lighter moments
the heat of blending symphonies
melting bodies and souls in unison
exciting pleasantries
buried angst springing from
suppressed whimper…
and the world
hanging upside down…
the way leads on….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem