I dance in a circle tonight,
In a garden under that
Silver,
Which betrayed your scales
To me. Your eyes and
Intent.
Your coldness.
I dance around you laughing,
Tonight.
Do you watch my eyes,
And their intent? Do you hear
My warm blood beating with
Your death?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
... a near perfect (to my minds eye) poem, metaphorically thin as it should be so as to not mask the sent of distant spice on the far wind - Wonderful! ! !