To leave completely and finally
without a tear
my eyes have now leathered
and will not look back
Without sight
my now unfamiliar keys tell stories to my fingers
they are marked for doors to hidden cabins
where mercy seats line the rooms in circles
Fullness is found here in darkness
time is not empty as had grown
The author of the angels has settled
dining at the head of tables
with the voice of one who speaks embrace
Here harps spell the paths of return
in notes stitched together by nests
that are to be found
tree by tree
jt 4/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem