As I unveil…
I have desired to go,
where the spirits never fails.
To fields where butterflies
colors are sharp.
To run the hills where it never hails.
Where the wind whispers words as
it blows. Where the lilies grow in gold.
I have asked to be,
where the storms never come.
Where the greens of the ocean
the blues of the sky
swells from a far.
Appearing as one.
Where mine bones will heal
as I sit on the throne of peace.
This desire is like none.
Written by: Aileen Figueroa
Singlestar
7/20/14 Sunday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem