One star lit night on the terrace
off a star lit sky
my soul caught
the gold
of a burning earth.
Was it that
in my eyes
when you shouted it -
'Oh! a shooting star, '
or was it that
in my ears
when you shouted it?
This gold burnt me
a tattoo
the color
of your brown fingers
whose sting
i forever yearn.
When you lay there
your warm breast
my shoulder sought.
Off your open mouth
my ancient world
fell out
and shattered
into tiny shards.
When you cried
alone
in my cold arms
the tears
of a faithful child,
off a star lit sky
my soul caught
the gold
of a burning earth.
A tear's warmth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your imagery is astounding :)