Bubbles surface to disrupt the calm
Mind can't find, the key to
The heart's vault, where tempests
of desires echo.
A cold morning ray bounces off
The gleaming bonnet, acids climb up
high on litmus of heart.Soft cushions
stay far, elusive as a fading horizon
A lonely dropp may be a prelude
to rich harvest, but the time is
Now, the day is today, fingers
desperate to snap, to grab.
Color blinded eyes, blood stained
Gold pulled out, a leaf separated
from tree of life, Cold stone stands
on dark fossilized dreams.
Joys grab at quick roads, that
lead to doors of nothingness.
24th October 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is truely a very nice poem thank you for sharing it