Minds peering out of eyes, seeing vibrations of
colorful sounds as they soar into the atmosphere
on wings of talent.
Gifted under stars of heaven, taking time to
express all of life in prolific expressions,
spread into words of magical prose.
Giving off perceptions no one else can see, because
I am alone in my inner gifts, nothing bothering me
on the seaside of my choice.
4/22/13
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem