Dappled sunlight's heady glow
Glinting off the silky waves
Powdered curtains softly drift
Emerald vaults in easy shift
In Elysium's palace I have stood
Canaan's rays flickered on gates of gold
Shibalba's wisdom before me stretched
Fruits of Zion upon me etched
In what paradise should I leave that shore?
But rather linger a little more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent piece of writing here Fey. I look forward to seeing more.10+