there is a need for us to talk
i am facing a blank wall and
i am left with nothing to write
nothing to say, so, i pray,
talk to me, and when we begin
this oral intercourse, i will be
amazed, to a new world before
me, as the walls become skies,
as the skies grow stars, as the
night grows deep into the woods,
the mundane and the divine fuse,
something ephemeral comes at me,
and then i find a door into the world
of words, like this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem