I look for you into the flowers of the day,
to find you I seek in trails of the night,
I don’t found you in the cards of fortune teller,
they say you don’t exist, you’re just an ether.
Just look, for you my soul became so thirsty;
yet, absent is your spring and your myron
that sweetly smells, ascending to the sky,
they say they saw your shadow flying high.
She, Aphrodite, whispers in my ear:
it’s only aimless that I pester my fate;
your flame starts from the inside of me,
and goes sunwards, where I go to join you,
there; if others laugh at us, ignore them,
they feel delirious due to lack of warmth.
© JosephJosephides
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem