In wee hours
I set to think
of something
to write about
nothing comes
Emptiness reign
darkness overcomes
till slumber dominates
suddenly an ember flickers
then the lighted portal opens
My soul possesses the key
of the infinite flow of thoughts
inspire the various hues of stimuli
that I as poet captors such moment
it enthuse the element for contemplation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This often happens Marvin! At times no thought comes, then suddenly an ember flickers and the lighted portal opens! A sweet poem!