It now seems so long ago
That your eyes held mine.
Even If only for an instant
It kept my dream alive -
That it was real for you too.
Being in love with you
Was all that mattered.
As I stood on the edge
Of the cliff without a rope,
Logic told me pull back,
Created doubt that you were indeed
Writing back to me,
So consumed I had been.
And now a storm in Eden -
Sorrow as punishment,
I walk back to seek salvation
In the arms of compassion,
To rescue truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem