Thinking back, if only for an instant,
pondering the words that were there a moment ago...
if they are not captured as freely as they flow,
they are no longer there.
... Sadness
Coming from deep inside where the words once were,
like a child nestled within the very womb of my existence.
No longer there to be nurtured and cradled, caressed and loved.
Once there, a solid thought, evidence of a feeling...
now gone ~~~ into the abyss that is now just that....
... Nothing
One can imagine the words as the image of one's soul.
That if only the words were real,
if only the words were there ~ graced in reality,
that the existence of one's own self might become just that,
.... reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem