Two souls collided
Like fireworks!
Careening into each other
Meeting in an upward explosion
Of fire, light and color.
There was red fire for passion,
And purple flames for mystery
And blue for a love
To outlive man's history.
Spectators looked on
From their perch
On the grassy floor
Watching the sky gleam
As the rockets soared.
But the sparks didn't fall
And flicker out
To rain ashes on earth
For new love to sprout.
They turned to flames
As they climbed through the clouds
Fiery fingers entwined
As they left the crowds
Taking off into the night
To soar past nations
Marking the sky
With a new constellation.
Now in the stars
Sits a rose and a ring
The symbols of love
For a new king and queen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply beautiful; a lovely, metaphorical piece which conjures images of dynamic energy as an allegory for passion. Perfect!
Thank you so much! That's what I was hoping to capture.