If only your thoughts were as translucent as my soul
My being has become a museum
A contemporary collection
Although my memories have not been catalogued well
Having spoken to you
You have become both nearer and further away
Waiting to see you
Hoping to see you
It's a fool's game
I still harbour a kiss
My lips are primed
And perhaps unable to obey the metal of my mind
Will you perceive all of this the moment our eyes meet?
There is no veil for a translucent soul.
I'm calm
And you said you are as well
'If only your thoughts were as translucent as my soul My being has become a museum A contemporary collection Although my memories have not been catalogued well' from the first line, the first stanza, I loved your poem, rushed to vote ten, the first vote, before many read, appreciate this gem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poetry on lost love and portraying oneself as a museum..rated 10+