Gone in a second the wanting need
passing timelessly foreverness freed
one in moments leant and bereaved
passion burning I have believed
the spun web caught from vine
slowly passing this well talked wine
what is this that never went or left
only gone from the lonely theft
and she brings it all back to me
if only I could awaken and see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem