To be without you
Means nothing to want
Attention.
Seems I'm jaded...
My eyes are Abyssinian's
Searching for red laser
Points
On the walls,
Of pedestrian faces,
Cuz none will
Ever do.
But to be without you
Means I am
Nothing. Wanting
Attention
Nothing Wanting
You.
Are you in them rivers?
In these herds?
These lakes of
Lips
Kissing the silence of melancholy?
Means nothing
To want
Your poetry
Feeling much much more
Than
Pedestrian.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep feelings elegantly brought forth from the heart. A beautiful creation, very heartfelt. Thanks for sharing Butch.