there while you slept; being blind.
i see with my hands and they
discover a way, then become
lost around them and still i feel.
The moon seems warm and full,
with breath that bends the trees.
and i'm drawn too a whirlpool, that
rests in the middle of some stream.
and in mine, twin dreams wash my
face and two hills against, between.
while you slept, i was never so still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem