The letters hop in place,
writing themselves,
this poem to you.
They feel the heat
rising, needing to explain
my reasons
for staring.
What’s the rush……. I ask
these details you’ll probably find
useless,
standard,
old stories with different words.
But believe me when I say
these things,
If even just for a moment,
are true,
or as equal at least
to the empirical facts of nature.
Ice is cold,
the sun holds pure ambers like a lantern
held by space,
like clams cuddle
pearls
and rivers do run…
And beauty is you,
these words are
not meant to build a restrictive cell,
not suppose to hold you to
expectations,
but instead
remind you,
or reinvent
your innate glow and shine.
It’s there behind your smile,
I see life corroding
you from the outside
in,
but let me remind you,
that your strength is infinite
a rare ability to move freely,
uninhibited.
I witness through
your crumbling demeanor
the refined granite and gold underneath
your insecurities,
thus I see where you draw
life from,
and am left in awe
I don’t have a choice but to
devote time and effort,
whether it takes 1000 words
to describe what I see,
so obviously,
or simply 1 sentence.
Behind your saddening eyes
I see a spark,
and my presence
ignites the burst
that blooms your rose petal soft lips,
And now a fire stands
without struggle
inside of you,
and with this metamorphosis,
lie all the things
that allow me to breathe
all this dust and pain in
with a patient smile
on my face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exquisite Beautiful and Touching Poem.