there, where sunlight flares
through a crease in the hills
glazing the hollow
of this mountain cup...
you glow, like a river
whose left bank is the sky
and right bank is the setting sun.
what was gambled, what was lost
when you called my name
awash in the scent of love and need
to chase timeless moments to their utter end.
you live parted from me
but here, in these words, you can come home.
I too have come to this
from a place where poems fall
a page at a time,
to burn our souls in paper fires,
our passion and longing exhaled in smoke
a breath at a time.
Here there is a trail of our journey,
this is our narrow shore.
and we are grander here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another stunning work, Eila (particularly the 'paper fires' line!) Jx