In the darkness I hold.
I breathe. And I wait.
In. And out.
A hum. A sound. Lips and mouth and tongue.
Music in the fingertips, in the corner of the eyes,
A stolen glimmer of starlight, of sweetness,
Snatched from greedy hands.
I will take it for myself, for my soul,
Nourishment.
The light streaming through the window,
I will sing it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem