Twilight gleaming over this mind, portraying beauty of
darkness under small moonbeams.
Capturing imagination in a fishing net, throwing it
upon a ship's deck, watching as it spreads and grows
to the edge.
Illuminated, saturated with salt water, dripping with
surprise into eyes of a blue minded prism.
Walking along, prayerfully sensing depth and beauty
of darkness in waves of elation and emotion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem