you are a set of words, you are
a line straight and hazy like the
sunset
horizon
i like you and your image of you
metaphorical
sounding like a whisper
a sonorous sound
i like what you have for me
even if the moment was as short as a whimper
as deep as a sigh
i like you whatever that be
you are a poem, and if only
i have more years to live, you are my poem,
how i wish i could have spent
all these days with you, but i am just a mortal man
and my father is the river my mother the ocean
and i no longer belong here, for my life is always one
that moves on
never stopping never questioning
never ending like your imagination
in a span of
divine attention, nothing like an intervention
an acclaim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem