Like a drop of nectar
On a golden throne,
Where all dreams
Are being born,
Inspiration,
Does it own,
And the Artist awakens
From his slumber,
To create artistic wonder.
Oh, may Art, Love, Beauty
Always reign!
They're the only things
That keep us sane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know many talented people. Art has so many forms, I can be but adequate at one. Still, I envy those that tower above, and fully appreciate. Beauty has many iterations. The muses are all the same.