Maybe he thinks he is covertly
Trying to impresses, you.
If, he falls from his high wire balancing act:
Would you run to fix the wounds on his forehead?
Would you let him grace you're living quarters bleeding,
Whilst he tautens the rope rearranges all the soft furnishings of your heart.
If, he falls will you pick him up or cast him, aside!
Or will you take him inside and mend & stitch his roughed up clothes
Whilst stork-like he's high wire balancing into your heart and soul
Whilst tiptoeing on a gentle wind will you listen to his heartbeat and sing his song on high.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed reading your poem.