Love, unspoken
let it be
I shall not be thine
let it be
Name to your vein vetoed
let it be
I shall not go,
that’s not the end of the story
you want me to write
The pen is bleeding now
What could be done
had been spelled
you are great!
you understood everything
Now I shall not run
Onto the ordinary ordeals
Nor shall I return
to the empty existence Paint the pages
my beloved Let the verses unveil
its most unborn sacredness
Do you know into the kingdom of sky
you rule the vastness
you trod to the truth of living
earth here I live
is now sculpted with a meaning
sprouts in its birth-revelation
an urge to its belongness
darkness-from thence
heightened divinity dressed
rose along I
lost…in sheer madness
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I would like to translate this poem
..the frail whisper is no cautious muted song when you sing/write it..so refreshing to see someone like yourself bring it all into the light of day..your work are miraculous revelations..time after time..poem after poem..beyond all superlatives..such power! :) tom