You
then
an intense impression
the vivid sensation
(retained by the retina)
even after
you had gone.
Now, after
all these years
the after image
of you
sill burnt
upon my eyes
as if I saw
nothing else
nothing else
but you
your love
& your laughter.
There are lights so bright that they blind us, leaving us forever unable to see again. And such is your love for her...it has left you blinded, unable to see another. How well you write about this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like 'the after image' - sounds little bit like the alter ego or like post-traumatic vertigo - just at the first sight...