Again the day quick approaches,
When I once again fail
To capture all that you are in verses
And love ─ vaster than space herself
Washes clear my empty pain,
Washes clear these tear-streaked lines.
Such love is a beginningless gossamer thread
Quick spun through God's footfalls in time
And we frail lovers ginger-step midst such well-worn paths
Struggling to embody all that is best and most transitory
Claiming, reclaiming
In vain hopes of breath lasting
As we soar with Earth-bound wings
Hold fasting to the other
As we pray
For a year,
One more year… lost in love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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