Doilies of lace stretch across boundaries of time and space.
Providing borders for images we see beyond our sight on
undisclosed shores past our lives.
Wandering about, watching secrets of sandy waves say hello
to a subconscious destiny in frothy crests of beauty as
they crash upon shores of unearthly horizons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem