'The Meeting Of Two Personalities is
like the contact of two chemical substances'
Without you all of the purple honey has died.
Why have you gone?
The placenta of what was buried in a field of
supplication beneath time's blackened oak tree
and still there are two moons, not the earnesty of
Without you sythes cut down sugar cane in the field
but the taste of its liquid means little to me.
New forms on the coastline come go without note.
There is no water.
The earth beneath Black feet disappears and
floating is as emotional hunger.
Countless hours in the jar of emotions.
Then, old wise men and women, words and healing...
A liftable pain.
I shift in the winds above Spain and move past you.
But, understand it is self cruelty to walk in those fields
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem