you have kissed me in the sunlight
and from this, my bright sun,
you are the light within that which shines.
the moonlight's river,
that flows from your lips,
are eternally gazing,
swaying like the wind from the hemispheres.
for a while,
it stops, it talks,
and to my heart it asks ' why do you love me? love,
my love?
or why do you speak when silence fails to be silent? '
to which, I reply:
' because my love is devoid of reason,
it rises from dusk and settles at dawn,
without hesitation,
it returns to your love,
kissing your soul
down to your most holy point.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem