I base truths on
Candle lights and
Flicker flames with
Shadow sight,
Nothing is not as it seems and
We were someone
And somewhere to be found
Yet you were nowhere to be found
Dust settles, graceful
Finds its blue depth grave in
Unchartered waters as
One more look connects two sets of
Hungry eyes
One last stolen moment, keep it locked away and sigh
The westward wind
Whispers out this flickering
Flame with ease
We break glance to watch two
Silver wisps of smoke curl and
Twist their
Goodbye song
And I, I find myself carried along
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great metaphor. Not sure i've ever heard 'have a nice life' expressed as musically, without music.