A soft zephyr blows to where? No one knows!
In abandonment and rapturous glee,
its teasing capers, invite such as me
to follow close, to find wherefore it goes?
Stirred, my impatient, earthbound soul, shows
a fierce yearning and romantic desire,
to drift o’er open seas, and arctic snows.
Though but a dream, it’s to this I aspire.
Rhymer. November 5th,2015.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written, Denis. Thanks