Before a prophet comes
- things look different
They dress in apology
- and an uncertainty
touched by their time
of static days
And silent trees watching
- the waiting stars
The spring of entirety
- the garden's delight
Of green names grown
- flowered with creation
Until a fruit encountered
- from another garden
Set the cycle afresh
- though waiting stars
An infinity pushed aside
- by the rational
And passion's necessary eclipse
- the remains eternal
A world so muddled
- by never being
Moving round the augury
- of waiting stars
Here in mid winter
- as grey days
Accents the solstice stillness
- I walk home
The limited self consoled
- lighting a candle
A night sky explained
- of waiting stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful.....................................: O)