18 April, 2021

You Are...

You are...
just a thought,
a hardly perceptible touch;
hope in endless horizons of worlds;
the present time aflame, darkening;
a sense that escapes me. 

Even then I feel
my wound is deep
as I, confused,
come and go fleeing.

Are you or are you not here?
What do you matter?
What do you say when you have nothing to say?
You are so close, even if so faraway.
And the path seems one of thorns...

So, sometimes, suddenly,
in the entirety of a moment
I dance in a gratifying warmth,
but life catches up with me
and ties me up and discards me...

You Are... © Ladanseuse
Transl. Ty jsi...

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