Poets, dream,
Thru Poetry,
An Unreal World,
Idolatry,
Greek gods, Olympus,
Scrutinized,
They travel freely,
Thru the skies.
The World is blue,
The Sky is Grey,
I see your shadow anyway,
Illusions that provoke a thrill,
A poet's mind is never still.
A Poet is a creature strange,
Sometimes all there,
Sometimes deranged
Imagining the weirdest things,
As if the mind had purple wings,
Trying to reach across the way,
Wanting to say more than we say,
With dreams so deep, that reach so far,
Probably, written on a Star.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poets are dreamers and probably rather strange to those on the outside not looking in. As long as we keep in touch with reality, then we will remain sane.