Now that life has died and gone into another dimension, clouds
hang teary-eyed, birds fly on wind-swept winds of heaven, all
memories being taken, drifting into another world.
Yet, I keep reaching, grasping for moments in time that we have
shared through the years, days and dreams no longer being seen
in life, only seeing heaven's gates opening to take you in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem