Lights blindly shining in the darkness of my soul,
shielding the beauty found there from doubts of
faith and narrow-minded people.
Succulent memories, stirring and piling onto pyres
of intellect to be written and turned into poetry.
A release of intense emotions and feelings as they
conjure and tumble out into the open.
Unafraid, yet a little shy at having been exposed
in such a blatant way on paper, right out loud where
nothing can be hidden from this soul or poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem