I see it standing before me as I always have
never extingishing, only dimming
always there
to grab it would not only sting me
but my perspective, my illusions, my world
and yet I want to reach
to remember its touch
its feel
its warmth
I know if I still myself
I remain unchanged,
secure, comfortable and safe.
but never full, never complete, never....me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''and yet I want to reach to remember its touch its feel its warmth I know if I still myself '' nice abstract poem, lovely to read............