In my heart
flickers a fire of rage
in my soul
stands an empty cage;
undress
your cloak of pretence
there's no turning back now -
now
that the passion
is so high.
For the first time
our eyes
have been opened
to new truths,
so clothe me
with love
life
wings to fly
to spread my joy.
How -
how could we have
let our hearts
drift
so far
into the sea of love
when our hands
don't behold
the paddles.
Mystified
by the drift of sails
our hands
behold
each others hearts.
I really enjoyed reading this poem and the idea of drifting into the sea of love without a paddle.Good job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful imagery and great flow, liked it.