seven leaves
swept asunder in
a tumultuous
and roaring wave
a sea of longing
is played, replayed
this emptiness of night
the moon and sea are
a pair of star crossed lovers
in a futile grasp of reality
they hold onto the flickers
of thoughts in each other's
bossom; an unrequited
love swept in a luminuous
tide of make-believe - -
the moon reposes in a sea
of hope, the sea lets its fate
be guided by the light - - it holds
onto the tail of the moon in
a dance of grief that has
for so long crossed their way
the leaves grovel in
a churning wheel of fate
under the gentle glow of lace
spun by the moon
they are taken out to sea
again and again in a ferocious tide
that whispers, whistles, sighs and roars
to broadcast a destiny
torn and swept in separate ways - -
never to be seen again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem