lying beneath
feeling your dust of skin
there's presented
in cobalt reflection
a sense of time
and its seamless texture.
rampant loss in it echoes
as all becomes silenced
by heartbeats
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eila...HAVEN'T SEEN YOU ON LINE LATELY...HOPE ALL IS WELL WITH YOU THIS IS A GORGEOUS PIECE OF SUCCINCT MASTERY...THE IMAGERY TELLS ALL & YOU HAVE ACCOMPLISHED A MOST MERITWORTHY SLICE OF VERSE HERE....''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR