Puddles
capture
stars
throw them
at our feet
where we with each
hurrying footstep
destroy each
perfect universe.
And now, that
we have gone
(lovers eager to be
home)
puddles
patiently
reform
wrestle stars
to the ground
(trapped in the rain’s
shattered mirrors)
reflect yet
another
perfect universe
that trembles
at the approach
of a pair
of bright
newly red stilettos.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely poem....and thoughts...puddles capturing stars and throwing them at our feet...and we, so careless in our rush, splash them away....