looking out,
yet looking in,
a million tinkerbells,
sparkling
singing sweetly,
in the frosty fresh sea air, .
moon manages the waves,
moon manages my mind,
sand,
endless grains,
of weathered rock,
seep through my fingers,
a yellow rainfall of time.
somewhere,
not to far away,
a chorus of hot faced laughter,
shatters the peace,
of the beach,
slowly,
slowly
i rise,
look to the skies,
and sigh.
Wow. Excellent. A couple of small typo's distract the flow but otherwise an excellent piece Vincent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem is very evocative. this is the spirit of the truth... ahem. good images, very good images. and the words run like water.