For how long to belong in this gallery of illusion?
trying to transmute into another world unknown
time tosses into torrid oblivion to dislodge
lest drunken images may slip away from mirror
as cusp of fear tumbles in dew of reminiscence.
eyes peek to allay for joy to adorn yet lost
for moments to listen and learn twist of torque
art of ecstasy needs to springs up from buried shore
lest whisper may knock door of silence to insinuate
for cuckoo to cease soliloquy of sorrow from tattered twig.
sun backed pain intends to impede airiness
night heaves to atone in hide of hindrance
as soliloquy of day piques to rhyme sorrow
album of memoir intones to crumble beyond.
When abyss of labyrinth drools over preemption.
cringed green remembers arrays of delight past
reflex of mirror slips away into instinct
night heaves light to hide in redemption
grief captivates silky grace of pine in snow
stillness lays back hoping to flay back for tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem