Wandering naturally through nature's wonderland of
fruition, looking and touching every single thing
within my mind's eye.
Totally unforgiving, for a talent spread so much
over life's roads and horizons that everyone is
touched soulfully by it.
Raking aside leaves of inspiration to attach them
to images thwarted by time lost, now turning
them into abstract meanings and double innuendos
for future ideas of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like catching fireflies...Love the light, though it fades faint, savored in the mind's eye for yet another glimpse. Loved your poem. PEACE