The views of the heart astonish by wonder
Comes from somewhere distant,
Cradled by thoughts swing in the surface of the mind.
The sense of sight focus determines the
Shadows of thoughts reaching the deepest faraway place.
From behind life experience, the pain runs like a deep
Water moves in the wayside of time, every moment rolling,
Refining;
The will of the wind comes in time to heal the surface
Of emotion, begin to blow air that banishes the
Dust of pain to find the way.
Life opens anew, to live for the fullest lifetime.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
13 June 2005
6: 30 AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem