I live in a house;
Drawn curtains
landscaped garden,
- A picture of content
My restless soul
Scrolls
The pages of my dreams;
Scouting
For a wayward trout
Over precarious ledges
And a dancing stream;
Spends sleepless nights on dried grass
A canopy of stars
A gentle breeze, rustling leaves;
Is music to my ears
Do you not miss the warmth of a home?
Your comfort zone?
A bohemian
at heart; how do I live days in oblivion?
I pen my thoughts
To untie the knots
Is this why the caged bird sings
Pinning;
For the lost sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderful poem, Dorothy, a nice tribute too.