Oh my love is coming in apple red light!
The freshness opening in young dawn's sky
My purpose is being - in sight reading right
What I might see in the cloudlets there high
Young morn time without end - silences loom
Giving oblivion to the lost thoughts gone
It’s of with its misty drifting far bloom
To carry my pondering - on and on
Beautiful morning I belong to thee
Strength driven forces giving me their call
With their winging throughout any doubts go
Feeling strangely with forces so free
Traveler along - what might there befall
With transformed fields in rosy silver glow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a welcoming to dawn! No wonder it's apple red. Your praise has embarrassed it. First light is not seen by many these days. Non-poets also miss 'seeing' so much more. Love your line 'To carry my pondering - on and on' Now I know one of the things that drives us. Your last three lines tie it all together. You've inspired me to put one out of my work-in progress file. I'll dust it off and post it now that I have a title, 'FIRST LIGHT.' Tom