Turning slowly into the enclosure of my mind, having no
inclination of caving in to other's demands.
Soothing silence, reaching depths where all of living
subsides in the shadows of another time.
Watching and listening to possibilities, standing
alongside, waiting to be brought into view, carefully
and justifiably without any bias or confrontation.
Only holding to the circumstances of life as it turns
inside out and leaves me bereft for eons of time alone
without you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem