I lay down on his breath and
it cushioned me
through a night of restless
possibilities
a shock absorber making
travelled roads seem
possible
and only when the sun
came up did
my body feel
hard ground sending
a battle cry straight through
me to be
realised enshrined created through
my own breath with
the knowledge that every
possible
breath ahead
will hold the same
limitless crying striving
possibility
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simone, however old the 'love is a journey' metaphor may be, you make it fresh again. Nice work.