At the evening sky-cosmic mind in thought
seemed starlight written upon deep darkness-
We stopped, and gazing upward, were dream-taught
of Orion, light-quivered in starkness
of space; drank from both Dippers of the night
that poured on nothingness. Swirled-ballroom Earth
stood still. The Bear moved forever with bright
tread as Pleiads sang their ageless birth.
Dizzy on tip-toes, we were far, too far
infinitesimal to the heavens-dust,
flecks washed in forever, leaving no scar.
So Sara, that's how I thought of us, both thrust
in life's cinder of a second- pity
for each- with spite for uptown firmaments
that founded and formed the neon city:
bare-bulbed vacancy, lifeless tenements.
We were so very starry-eyed ourselves
in embrace, that we soon forgot to heed
how loud is the silence that never delves
self, for huge death sparks spurs to night's dark steed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Extremely moving and full of wonderful big screen images! Linda