Transcending images on high
adorned in the twilights presence
seeking answers like a spy
spreading their ingenuous essence.
Dancing through a field of tranquility
plying streets of gold
fellowing in a place of purity
sidling when time to unfold.
Marvelling my eyes once more
before dawn comes nigh
such beautiful lace curtains I adore
as they fluttered by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice flow of words very sweet