We have been separated now for three years
you from me myself from my wife.
It is hard to talk of love when others hide behind
other things I cannot.
It is my daughter I miss kisses never given eyes
orbs bright veiled moon sleeps bright sun peeps.
People expect things I cannot give things some
never had having had them I always will.
People expect miraculous visions one I had the
future of others that would them come to pass
and they did.
Pastor thank God for taking this sight from my
grasp as I was unworthy to hold it for as long
as I did.
My mind now begins to dim people read what
is not there I cannot say what they mean lost
in your though I would yet stay for your smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem