Swirling widdershins, round and around
To enter it, is to leave the sane world behind
It drags me down to unexplored depths
I step in, only when I dare
Sometimes, if I am lucky, it's quite safe and benign
But more often than not, it contains
The stuff of dreams and nightmares, fragmented
What is this vortex, that's so fascinating
Why it's only my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunning piece, Marilyn...Stellar use of imagery....Cyclones never lie! '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR