walking with the Lover...
i see empty fields plowed,
come alive with crops abundant.
empty factory buildings filled
with the ghosts of hard working lives.
empty houses lit up,
and the sounds of families.
empty hands given cups and bowls,
empty hearts held close!
empty words given meaning,
empty promises fulfilled.
walking with the Lover...
touching the plenty of empty!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Empty but full, holding all possibilities..few see it, fewer can live there..but for those who do it is a form of heaven come down on earth.