When.....When was the last time
you saw me
really saw me on my hands knees
dirt on me, in me to see.
Mountains heart the art
nights grace in cool
breath moons path
feet I carry her beam.
Crumbs stars guide scents line
eyes turned inward tuned face
her tears plain tipped grass deposit
by what in whom gone to soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem