sky is blue by hales of hue
as night covers to hide rungs of tune
gentle breath may keep all green captive
time yet needs light of resonance to resolve grips.
thunder may come to mill soft mellow to disown
sun still rises for lifting green by sparkling dew
blush may lay hidden in hugs to absolve soul
time yet tolls silence to serenade by dregs of laughter.
Today turns tomorrow to relegate torque
Moment is never timeless for pulse of red to stay
within the history and beyond wounds wiggle away winding
shadow seems to shambles ruffling through mist of grey.
bickering of night yet slowly wriggle away
by an enlightened dawn chilled pine fails to regale
as ripple discerns to wrest by turn of twist
by endless haggle heart falters to rejoice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting and captivating poem. I like the beginning line: “sky is blue by hales of hue.” Unique poem.