You complete me,
like the missing arc of a circle.
A winged angel riding on the cusp of dawn,
between dream and wakefulness.
Rainbow reflections in two brown eyes.
The flow of hope from a faucet.
The ticking of the wall clock,
amplified in the silent night.
Moon beams without the moon.
Star beams without the stars.
You are the logic of the illogic.
Candy to the eye, tongue, and heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem