Wake me up
when summer ends and let
the stars leave
nothing unsaid.
Let the air use my skin
to cling onto little hopes and
gently rock
young barley to sleep.
Let spring twinkle in
my eyes when my friends don dresses loved,
and teach me
all the beautiful ways to be present.
Let the earth linger around
my ankles as
the aftermath
of hues unpresented; of
locusts flown.
Let love use
my tongue to shatter
hearts and know
what truly
touches a cold soul.
And when I am sad
don't be cruel my love; Don't
trouble me with thinking.
Let the rain
softly whisper to
my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem