After your goodbye,
I am bare,
Naked,
Exposed to the air,
But
I do not despair
For I know
Each tear
I cry for me and you
Falls here,
Swivels the soil and dew
And sprouts a rose,
Down from my toes
To my lips
And gives me a kiss
Adieu.
And for what this night is worth,
After the sunset dozes,
I shall walk my barren earth
And cry this cry of roses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For this I bless you as the ruin falls. The pains You give me are more precious than all other gains. - C.S. Lewis excellently lyrical, Jared. keep on, friend. ~~sjg