A night of one thousand moons
and I am dancing
in dark.
Circa.
My half-script was left
with you, under a scrap.
Now I am not
finding any punctuations
in the aerie.
At unknown heights
wake me up in blue depths
when sun does not rise.
Stones placed on hyacinth
will not bury the scent.
I might bring another red spike.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At unknown heights wake me up in blue depths when sun does not rise. extreme of the poem is very provocativeness sir