Does everything we've held mean nothing to us?
Did stars we touch together fall for naught?
Did longing draw its breath then pass on through us,
erasing promises that words forgot?
The winds so quickly flickered, candles caught
like lashes licked across wet lover's skin.
Our scars lie open, hiding those we brought;
All fires fed, except for those we bring.
Impaled remains turned foul, we began,
dead fingers clutching moments passed before:
If these are banished words, if truth was won
while yearning routed 'cross the fields of war
then words with meanings are but temporary,
and friendships bring but shadows for the wary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.