the irony however is this
the moment i utter your name
my silence leaves me
i love it this way
that you only exist in my mind
(i do not dream of taking you inside my heart
as i still respect its emptiness
which i have reserved for God)
i like it this way: you are a distant star and i am a traveler
on the desert
at night
and as there are so many stars in my sky
the sands too
shall never know who you really are)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked this penning with such an enigmatic thought.