Even whilst sleeping
I am awake
with dreams and nightmares,
the eye shut haunts
of demons and angels,
the bitter tongued taste
of the acorn
and the business
of honey licking sleep lips.
I turn with unawareness
the winding sheet of night
and find myself
tangled with morning.
Waf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sally, such a well written poem...............
Thankyou for your interest.