The views of the heart astonish by wonder
Comes from somewhere distance, cradle by thoughts,
Swing in the surface of mind.
The scene sense of sight focus;
Determine the shadows of thoughts reaching
The deepest faraway place.
From behind life experience, the pain running like a
Deep water moves in the way side of time,
Every moment rolling, refining.
The will of the wind comes in time heal the surface
Of emotion, begins to blow air that vanish the
Dust of pain and find the way.
Life opens a new, to live for a fullest life time.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
13 June 2005
6: 30 AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem