The house falls soundless.
Soundless and lightless.
Tonight
Fantasy herself tip-toes into my
Square of a bedroom.
She moves me
Keeping me awake.
She moves me
Keeping me
Yes – even me
Smiling too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a write fantasy emoting a silence. i liked it. please read The house on my page.