I have been blessed with things
come to me
from beyond the curve of Earth.
Things?
Light. Warmth.
Yes, of course.
But then Darkness. Coolness..
Yes, dark follows light.
Warmth cools, as does…
What?
Passion.
How?
I have heard it.
Heard?
Whispered. Loud, soft, hard.
Now?
No, not now.
Perhaps you dreamed.
Perhaps I did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A dramatic monologue or may be a probing introspection. Loved reading it. Thanks.