if i set fire to my heart,
would you see the flames...
and stop, a stranger in the night,
to warm your soul?
if i broke the glass of my dreams,
would you pick up the pieces...
would the light shining on them,
become the prism of your thoughts?
and if i shed my leaves,
would you say farewell to the swallows...
and rake in the stillness, waiting on snow?
if my silence shouted...
would you hear... would you hear?
if i took off my mask,
would you open the door?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah...the imagescaping & metaphoric play employed here is of pictorial & astute grandeur...Wish I had penned this! ~FjR~