In love with love,
The lover's eyes are blind,
As the truth in front becomes the lie behind.
In love with loss,
The poet's dream is born,
Burning in a fire brooding, ember'd and forlorn.
In love with life,
The falcon's flight is flown,
Passing through the aether falling as a star disown'd.
(CBB Sept 2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem