what choice do you have? to stop saying a word?
use the period finally to your conversations with her?
come to think of it, there is already a link between
her world and your world
she plants the stars and you bring some planets
you put this little galaxy
in motion and there is this movement upon space
in space
like a haze disappearing
remember how hands hold each other
grappling for the meaning of touch
remember how thoughts entwine
to define what caress and endearment are all about
this is not a game anymore
this is dust giving a name to another speck of dust
they burst in the color of the clouds
in celebration
we plant love, she takes in her will to live,
you must give her what is due to her wishes
if love does not grow, try compassion
let there be a little flower in her desert garden
if there is nothing left, just be the fog, the wind
leave silently without the door knowing it
let there be gentleness even in departures
she is asleep, let her finish with that last dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem