Usually the moment
holds me,
I remember the past,
think briefly of the future,
staying firmly rooted in
the fleeting flow
of now...
now that has changed
I am suddenly unsettled
seeing images...
images of
myself,
dark wand
in swirling silks
and cotton,
rose scent
cluttering the air,
heart like a bird
in the cage
of my chest,
thoughts
as slow
as stone
just waiting
to meet
my lover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem