He said that latter day painters
are rooted in the past,
interpret the present
and envision the future.
She said, “Say that again in the wind
in brushstrokes of your heart
in fingertip touch of the ether
in the scent of gardenias at dusk
in honey on your tongue
in words that sing the soul of the sun.”
He did and she melted into him.
(24 April 2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem