Here on the ground I'm sinking
Soft and sleepy delight
I tried to tell you how I’d been trying
It showed
It showed
It showed
And by the way the light touches you’re skin has me floating
Floating high
Above the tree line in the sky
Why is it hard to take over this war I am waging?
A fire shone brightly from the shoreline where the sea hits the florescent sky
Why was it hard to take over what’s always inside?
Inside
Inside
Inside
Lies a golden flask, teaming waters touching the brass
And I been searching high and low
Looking for colors under covers tucked into sheets
Constellations holding together the sky
Holding together this reality
But why?
What is reality?
And
Why
Why
Why
Why do the people discover what’s already cast in destiny?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good mixture of thoughts and images. Has a good reading rhythm to it.