She, she is the spark.
Lights the sun in my heart
Lights our world with my talent
Flowers, colours, perfume. Inflate
Hot air balloons. Deflate
When she leaves the room.
They silent console me.
The total of my world
She brightly lit.
FADES.
To nothing
Against the light of her love
Whichin she enfolds me…
Then. Then it is gone.
Where has she gone.
Darkness surrounds.
Night all around me.
My talent so small
Casts no light
to relieve it
Without the spark
to light it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Against the light of hwr love! Nice work.