For a hideaway, you seeked
Under the summer night's showers of stars,
In the chink between two words,
Where mundane clothes can crumble,
And stillness alone speaks.
Energy suits eviscerated,
Sirens are no longer heard,
Fire blended with water softly,
Plasma discarged its unseen elements,
The urgency for thought has suddenly stalled.
An incision has been made,
Beyond the foggy circus of life,
Into galatic hollowness,
More stupendous than
All marvels of the experienced world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sweet poem dear poet......thanks