You and your other
Were once an effigy,
Alive in every dreaming
And waking to the sun.
The hearts aligned the stars,
With love in equal echo,
Of Jupiter and Mars,
Around a rounding table.
Phases fastened fettered,
Like once a careless wind.
That blew and never halted,
With anywhere as home.
The shadows of a moonlight
The shelterbelt of thorns
The wind can blow but musn't
To give up for a course.
Then Jupiter is sundered
And every heart is hurt.
If Mars was ever thundered
Perhaps would fall apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem