Looking out upon the mountains of New Mexico, wondering what's
going on over there and if I would like it or not, taking this
mind into the desert wilderness, beckoning my spirit.
An incessant and vibrant beauty always tantalizing me within,
forever finding the innocence and purity of God's nature that's
always visible whenever this poet looks out upon it's wonder
and beauty.
So solemn, quiet and serene, nothing like it anywhere else,
except in depths of a silent nature upon earth, being held in
the soul of a mere poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem