Tiny, inviolate spark
Born in the eye of god
Before eternity started revolving
I would be your harbor
For the long months of winter
My docks are bereft of boat
Lonely and long are the nights
Fain would I feel your nudging
Happily lay awake for your prancing
My resume is in my breath
Desire beats in my breast
Fill the void, start the voyage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this one, I really feel it is one of the great love poems and does it ever cover the whole journey..... wonderful