Waiting expectantly for a reply to questions that
are gnawing at intellect wanting to know.
Focusing intently on endeavors, peeking out from
yesterday's images, hoping to be expressed in the
present.
Longtime periods of isolation, wearing thin, now
causing anticipated pleasure to be desired in cozy
nights of contemplation.
Obvious moments coming to light, enchanting this
mind with fantasies of imagination, taking over,
beckoning to inner lifestyles.
Shining intently, bringing a response from reality
speaking in an icy countenance in front of illusion,
lies being told by liars and treasonous participants
of evil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
shinning intently, good one, thanks..