Death came
& wrapped
you in itself.
Your eyes
gazed into his
remaining hidden
from the world of men.
I remained outside
of wherever forever is
crying to be let in.
“There is no door
to be let in
and even your own death
is somewhere else
longing to
become you.”
A cry of birds
told a sunset
that told me
but my soul
transform into tears
sought you and sought you out
found you
among the shadows
of shadows
where light has no voice.
Trading part of my soul
bribing pain & loss
I managed to
smuggle you out
in words
stained with
the memory of you.
Each day I re-arrange
the same words
always the same words
and with their emptiness
attempt to
re-create you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem