That hysterical laugh
And the madness
Splitting in half
Forms of sadness
That gleaming eye
A shooting spark
Never to deny
Within the dark
That outrageous glow
A mysterious look
Wanting to go
Into a book
Wishing to read
The very page
Only from need
Hear me age
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a shooting spark, lighting the eye pregnant clouds in blue sky in the distance a twinkling star as ageless as you are.....