I'm tired of stars in poems
the romantic
dead of cliche'.
But whenever they rise
to remind me of their nightly spun wonder,
scattered to infinity
without explanation,
your close and distant hand
settles into
mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Willis, I love the way you expressed both positive and negative sides....beautiful ending really like your work best wishes Jon