I've found myself,
surrounded by rainbows
in the glistering air.
I see a halo of untouchable thoughts,
my back against the sun.
I discover where I am,
in the middle of my own circle,
nobody else out there.
Can I break out,
without damage done?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pure light broken up into a rainbow... a very beautiful thought but somehow painful to the poet as if the need to be kept untouched therefore unbroken.