Seeing through the light, following it's rays to patterns
of daily living.
Hearing voices, penetrating atmospheres of love, touching
fragile hearts of many.
Silencing facets of partial reality with a little imagination
gathered along the way.
Tranquil alternatives always trying to be heard above the
din of yesterday's loud, hurried voices.
Tipping quietly so as not to be heard by another soul on
earth, hoping to be at peace, forever, eternally asleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem