The lightness of
your footstep
as you hurried to me
caught in the slowly setting
concrete
you didn’t see
holds your fleeting love
permanently
your footsteps
greedy for me
paying no attention
to the world whatever
only knowing that
in a few footsteps more
you would be precious
and adored for who you are
your footsteps
still exist
echoing inside my tears
as I put my next step
inside yours
and the snow fills
the other footsteps up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh this is so beautiful...the ephemeral fleeting caught so perfectly in imagery and story. Such wonderful(yet so simple and direct and slight) telling to the tale and oh so sad at the end. I love the fact that she will be'precious and adored for who you are.' And all her eagerness to be so...and oh how you catch the moment so...and so tenderly! This has been running across my mind all morning whether I'm having a cup of tea or doing the washing up it contiues to continue to haunt me with its so slight(and slight of hand) beauty and the magic of its tenderness. No wonder you are billed '...the most romantic poet in London'. You certainly live up to your top billing and I'd go and see you anytime. You delight my mind with beauty and hurt it with sadnessess. GinaXXX