these winds have no chords tonight
drifting over a prairie of loneliness
knotting oozing thoughts of nostalgia
onto tumbleweeds of emptiness
weaving darkness follows dusk
as incomplete eyes silently search
canyon phantasma in moonlit cascade
there fairy wisps of fog bank lurch
astride a hairy back enchanted mule
rides this only-monkey's whimpering
Shh-e, Titania, waits there for you
hidden among musk rose whispering
go falling upon thorny-hair ear cactus
as time does stream disjointed desire
in this wasteland of a singular tactus
caught in swayed affections of heart's briar
-cec
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully penned though sad. A 10