Two lovers, creating from dust
What had never been seen before;
Two realities, merged in a third-
Which opened a manifest door.
Two lovers forgetting themselves,
Till the singularity's breached-
Their personal membranes dissolved,
Self-sovereignty impeached.
In the dark, in a secret place
Two people gave a fragment of soul,
That was joined, in a new empty void-
Drawing substance, to become a whole.
Two lovers, creating from dust
What neither could imagine, alone:
Drawing rare vapors down into form,
That before, could have never been known.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is just breath taking and enters the depths and stirs the vibrations to the max.... Just such an entwining beauty it is.... Jim Troy