As a small child I dreamt of sailing to
The fantastical shores of fairy isles.
O I would dream of sailing oceans blue
And boundless; under diamond studded skies.
Now such exotic dreams are rather rare.
Kingdoms of the mind are harder to find.
Childhood offered freedom without a care.
Yet it still spawns my poetic designs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This happen over time. I believe a cure is the redirection of one's creative imagination. Another well penned poem Dominic.