Cornerstones
Each cornerstonesbecomes today,
Each of the marker days becomes another prayers.
The morning sun is a prayer.
I bow and kneel to altar of the sun to make a difference.
The never completed sentences to become the final story,
My girl of flesh and blood is not
a hologram.
My passions is never enought for this life.
This art of this life and poetry.
As insufficient as the air i am breathing
As demanding as a conversations with the clouds.
It is not enought for one masterwork to define another masterpiece,
Art is beyond another art for arbitration.
Forever the markerdays sets another encounter,
Another conerstones for another anticipations,
Breathing incompleteness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem