I am folded and silver.
I am the fearless weed growing
In the garden of your mind—
Unwanted. You try to pluck me out.
I am stubborn and thistled,
I pierce your fingertips with some
Unearthly sting.
Who am I that you should want
Someone like myself?
You, you the purest light
That I have ever seen.
I dropp off into a canyon
And hide unseen, unfelt, unheard.
Do you ever think of me?
How can I keep my heart from you?
I want to hide my soul somewhere dark and silent.
I am swimming at dawn.
I am close to shore.
My language fails me yet again.
How do you know so much
And yet so little?
Do you love yourself
As much as I could love you?
I am golden and twisted.
I am wishing I was dead.
When will you see me?
I am so transparent,
I fall to pieces in your light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem