In the light of day
only your title did i recognize
...all else was a blur
perhaps bloated fog
...heavy upon my shoulders
skewed my vision
but i am certain that the touch of an Angel
....was replaced by the cold
and weathered hands of a stranger
cobblestone clopping, clicking, clacking
...echos in my mind
I startled at Ben
...alarming all to the hour
kNightless and without a comrade
i watched the bright promise of your halo
...slip
as i made my way across the bridge
...and into the darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic direction with your gentle and subtle use of dark imagery.