I pretend the questions will come
I've got these answers on the ready
For every curious interrogation
I'd give you my replies happily
Maybe the first will sound like this
Have I ever seen the blue sky slip
Into the arms of violent rust and red
As the sun nods off slowly to sleep?
Or if there is a flower held close
To something I might call the best
And why among nature's vast array
It stands out among the rest?
But the questions will never come
Your lips will never part to say
The things I want only to hear
I should throw these answers away
They take up space I have not
In the jerry shelves of my mind
The paint now peels from strain
Plywood wrecked by your design
One night while we lay alone
Beside the staggered river now dead
Quiet under a lightless canvas
You had a question, you said
I wish the words had pried
About what makes me want to sing
Or what I thought of true love
I would have needed no time to think
I'd have said it slowly to you
In well thought out words
That it was always you in song
And that I was deeply in love
But those questions never came
The one that did went on forever
For all the questions I'd thought of
It was the only one I couldn't answer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem