Night is never blind to feel light of eyes,
heart sees within to delve warmth of tide
out of darkness eyes meander to hold green
in fabrics of time and space we are fossil.
mirror is still silent to carve shadow of crave,
tide flounces high to hold falling white of moon
yet by angle of distance crave measures
do we measure distance between angle and artefacts
curve of shadow denounces paradox shifts...
stars twinkle to know breath of velocity
void looks on into luminosity of blossom
by fill of joy rainbow shoots up to kiss cosmos.
yet by spell of darkness are we not speechless stone
does it loses light of kiss by sanity of vision?
cry of joy makes journey for holy pilgrimage
as our shadow seems shamble beneath and beyond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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