Staccato beats of a lonely heart, whimpering in the darkness,
wanting to be held once more.
So tender and yet so powerful as my mind tries to accumulate
an enormous source of anticipated desire to come about upon
an oasis, green with beauty.
Fulfilling love within an intellectual forest, filled with
ideas being savored and held onto for tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem