Reflections dancing in windows and mirrors, placed
inconspicuously in different atmospheres throughout
endless times of eternal ages.
Looking quietly at what seems to be some promising
ideas, yet only at times will they come to fruition.
Being the only sensations taken and written about
within desires of a love wanted, yet needing to be
forgotten for all time.
Not being the right season or time for it to become,
for it has been placed out of time and cannot ever be
realized in this place.
Figuratively being placed beside the dark night of the
soul where it will only be thought of in patterns of
saddened ideas and feelings, never again brought into
the light of any realization.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem