I once could seal the sea in words with kissing
that passed from lips to lips that now seek none
but yours, whose cold and blue but soft maintain
a gloss that thieves would steal if lips were gold.
And with a sigh that stretches north to south
I fight a demons touch who breathes commands
as air into my lungs. And when they fill
with tempers flaired, what was of me will rest
in mem'ries thoughts, whom sages war with you.
But with a dropp that spills outside my veins
I'll write in red to you who knew me more
then winter nights and desert days in March.
and when the claiming light appears for me
I'll seal the sea in words with lips worth missing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Neburlar What a fantastic poem