Why are my eyes red
when the sun reaches its peak
like a soldier on a mission
to send the heat to a frozen body.
Yes, frozen, when has it reached its perfection
of the morning light upon the dead man walking
is not a perfection a reflection of love, itself?
the only one that shines its wisdom
upon one self
Don't you know the journey has begun
with the rising sun, long ago
yet your eyes are red
so fired with doubt of perfection itself
no tear can come to purify
the fires desire
don't you know by now that perfection is love
the only thing we know
so long forgotten
like a dew in the morning~ cleansing its grass
from the doubt of the night before
like a soldier fighting for the army
one man against the enemy of the world
How come you let it down
how come your answer is I am only human
have you forgotten the seed?
oh tell me, oh tell me!
please don't reply if the answer
is among the rocks of tomorrow
you have today to bring the perfection
into your being
don; t you know
that only love is real
that only love is perfect.
Don not batter with excuses
of the human kind!
live your soul
perfection itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. I like it