My mind is alive
and turning,
but my bones
are frozen
still.
Resting so peacefully
here in bed,
can't move
so relaxed.
Time to arise,
things to do,
places to go,
but my bones
are frozen
still.
Dreams keep coming,
oh so quiet,
descending into
another world.
My mind is alive
and turning,
but my bones
are frozen
still.
wrote 2-14-07
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved this Jim good insight here into your world. In the forth stanza is that quite or should it be quiet, just wondering? ?