When was I, how was I yours,
and found me between them not
and cloth made me to bolt the door
and not opening to open you find.
Darkest nights, your night I found,
and moon light about you shines
and when I speak it roars to quite
and the stars your eye burns mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think your poems came from another galaxy but I'm so glad they found their way here. (smile)