LONG LONG DISTANCE
the phone calls I never made
but should have
(too little time)
I make them now
(too much time)
sans telephone
sans voice
sans reality
but my prayers
fall back from
a Heaven that isn't
there
'Hello...hello..? '
I cry inside my head
and from somewhere
I hear you say
'Shhhhhhh.....shhhhhhhhh! '
maybe just static
maybe just longing
the words...
breaking...
....up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The economic language and its drawn wisp like form has delivered with a kind precision these gentle musings.