I used to write poems.
Now I just allow the words to sometimes dance
a dance so beloved.
And then I hide them, as if I’m afraid
they would fade, that the dance would loose it’s charm…
I used to speak them – the Words
that I wanted to hear.
Now I just listen, I eavesdrop on Silence
that does not wish to tell me…
I used not to dare.
Now I don’t know how…
Dragon, 2000-2010, translation