writing in other sleep writing fled spheres
in other climes muse does vibrant chime
writing in another alpha wave order
mind crossed threshold gilded border
writing ordered stanzas attaining woven perfection
written read in awed deep sleep enslaved benediction
receding back to this dark soul starved physical plane
nothing of attained higher celestial realm is retained
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is it on writing or reading others' style of poetry...I'm sorry..it's not clear to me...could you please explain....anyway nice to read your style...especially I admire the way you comment on ' poem of the day'....thank you