Dripping tears
through my hazel eyes
freeze into ice
like the white marble slate
glazed
into the upper layer of water
in the pool of my heart.
The shadow of my living
soaked in hunger and thirst
settles in depth
of white marble slate.
Through the seam
in between present and future,
light keeps clawing
my shadow out of it
mirrored
in the retina of my eyes
The shadow in my eyes alters
Into longer or smaller images
like the mercury in the thermometer
sets up and down in seconds
even by a little change in warmth
of my body, revealing
inner secret of my living
18th May 2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem