this empty cup
fills with swords
and words de
-light the candle
(the mind sees eyes)
darkness cools the tongue
a forest of moon
a sprig of air
sings like purple
on the soul
two Angels measure and color the light…
bishops curve on a chess
-board yawns of long dawns
crystal blank dream
tasteless blessed cream
a womb and a tomb between
the seen and unseen
an un-rang phone fits the voice of God
crying a silence mean
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a sprig of air- - - > now that was an original pairing of words that carries meaning