Closing these eyes, opening this mind to illuminating colors
and shapes continually forming without thought or thinking.
Mysteriously appearing time after time, encountering beauty
of inspiration at every turn.
Aspects of liveliness, focusing onto the loneliness of the
human soul as it wanders through our beings, yearning to
return home to heaven.
It's loneliness touches us in every corner of our beings
throughout life and it's normal routines.
Feeling it's depths in sorrow and grief, we hold crystal
tears within our hearts and minds, until we expire, freeing
our souls so they can soar at last to heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem