It was weird,
the desperate young lady,
stood there
taking in the landscape,
poeticising, I suppose!
And the camera
kept going,
mowing,
traversing,
encapsulated
in our minds,
'Time collapsing',
Across every horizon
a global rewind,
People, family, strangers,
fleeting as it may have been,
as time doesn't stop
for anything...
Squeezed inside
each hidden millisecond,
a revival of heartbeat & light,
'you were all alive! ',
'I may not have been....',
I doubt much of cast,
even live today...
Dead moments, reversal,
as I run back through black,
to get something back...
Back...Back...Back....
I always sense it, can't press
what isn't there, I don't care,
it just pleads to me -
like 50 yrs.
A ghostly moonlight,
Love that face to bits,
cratered by so many distant
memories,
The skin is so so so thin...
though, aged, dried,
It's only a membrane away....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem