Negotiating
your tomorrow, to
bring you near me―
at eye level affinity.
As night breaks
for sun, you shine with
a strange beautiful poem.
The anklets
learn civility and vibrate
with a heavenly hum.
A pause,
then a rapture of the deep.
The questions
come on surface, for
eternal answers from the night's god.
Sometimes
truth becomes very elementary.
There was no piracy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem