A shadow of clouds on the horizon
Tall, dark and brooding, with sun kissed peaks
Reminding me of home,
Childhood memories
Running along the valley bottoms
Along swift running rivers
Cascading endlessly into one
En route to a distant sea
Visible only to the mind's eye
But only an illusion
A phantom of a far away place
Rendered in an ephemeral medium
Taunting a homesick mind
With allusions of lands
That the child within seeks to roam again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.