to see evil from its core
I measured time on margins
crystal edged umbra ruined
splintering by calculated denials
waiting for the hour patience passed
standing in the shadows
beneath a broken mirror
cherishing clarity
disguised by all the terror
waiting for an angel
mad love where untempered found
you remain channeling crippled shadows
deflecting horizon-less depth
light spotless
upon this voice and sound
a heart whose wails you dream
into actuality swims halfway
to your perilously conceived and
always vanishing shore
hidden in a doorway
behind a coffin made of shadows
understanding clarity
within the shattered windows
waiting for an angel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shadows - windows - and ghosts, have it