Two deep red eyes of light
are trained upon the road
that passes close to the darkness
of my home.
In the fog that sleeps upon the lake
someone laughs
a giggling grey laughter.
Over the tops of the dark lines of trees
someone laughs.
The sky become overcast - black
- my home, released from the deep red eyes
emerges and sinks
in the darkness, on the road,
endlessly in the dim yellow light…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem