Lately I'd rather be crazy
than turning in circles
at the top of a lighthouse
that won't let me see anything
I'm free and captured,
broken and saved,
I gifted you with forever
before I saw the horizon
covered in flames and flashes
I'm conscious and asleep,
reviving something that's
been alive inside me all this time
Maybe I was wishing then
running from myself
but in my mind the sparks
were not just dangerous, but beautiful
Now the fire that spills from your eyes
is just ashes,
I can spill away all the slumbering sorrow
and conjure up its end
Maybe I'm thinking
of a way to go
back to love
but then there's wind and earth and always fire
and I'm afraid of you again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem