as we mellow
down into a gracious
ripening
gentle now in our
mature
dispositions
we say we know
what passions are
surges of overflowing
water
tsunamis of our
youthful days
we learn somehow
that we must guide
these
outbursts
in the winding labyrinths
of calmness
until it rests in
the basin
of rest
slowly
we touch each stormy
vein
gently pressing
like
a gradual
understanding
of that
healing
resolution
a moment indeed
which is now properly
illuminated
shadows gone
fears melting
inside the
newly cleansed
corner of
the heart
Just amazed at how you say so much so clearly with such few words, inspiring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very expressive, and truly poetic!