You are so hot
in a cold world
soooo tasty
in a tasteless wasteland
passionately moving
in a still dead landscape
giving outward always
as others take
running naked on the beach
while the covered masses huddle
making your life a happy cake
as we eat crackers and frown
your fire seems to be
watered by our lack of kindling
breathe life into our
near-dead souls
the pendulum swings
back and then
forth
may your brightness always
balance our cold darkness
and may the day arrive
when we cross paths
right in the middle
and we'll share a tea
called perfection! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem