Day spins through
time zones
like the world
my morning
is your afternoon
your night time
my delight
with tea
with sandwiches
and as I slide
to sleep
you wake
to dance again.
souls and dreams
our only point of contact.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And half way around the world how many read and dream as you write the next wonderful poem?