I keep going back to the same place
somewhere with a winding road of hidden desires
not my own but yours
I keep going there
without a warning, without a map
to its destination.
Paradise, I saw and experienced once
I truly have been there
one with a beautiful field
-wild and free ran a horse
galloping upon its grounds
his hair flowing in slow motion, so free, so gentle
against his black shining skin
-the earth shook
in the winds embrace he danced
- what an exquisite site
what a magnificent creature
I became your eyes for a moment
its no the same picture you saw
-not the same
no horse, no field
it was a tiger, wild and abundant with desires
no fields but mountains that came with such power
I could not help by tremble within.
-Beautiful
Eyes of the soul.
I keep going back to the same place..
this (I) voice of the speaker in the poem is universal, the story of every man on the road of desires...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Kasia what a lovely poems you write.wonderful and happy christmas