Late I depart from something so sweet
Till morn when we again will meet.
Mine tongue sometimes been bitter
Of trivial scrap my minds litter.
Soundful silence…
Such lips my venue sometimes have.
That though naïve burns deep my thought
To wring my wellness to distraught.
Mutestorm passed
Clarity grasped
Now divulge our divinity
Our truth reign eternity.
Come, earthly heaven
Swallow me…
Serenity
Satisfaction hath no boundary
O essence of love
To your ecstasy I surrender me
For none is better than thee
(1999)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem