I hear a sombre noise.
Collects my midnight in its throb.
Its heartsore beauty
cracks the blackened hour and sinks
below, cupping Time.
It seeks the spinning of my dreams
to thrall me and appal me.
Glowers and caresses with grave
intent.
I resent its warm embrace.
From time to dreary time
it plunges me
into the abyss.
When to resist
obliges me to let it come,
let it insist.
Even to let it win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem