At the end of a vertical horizon
there is a place I've seen in songs
Where the colors of my feelings
dance in fragrant fields of blue
And vagrantly I've wandered
as a spirit passing through
Waking drunk in empty thirst
as the stars come into view
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful descriptions and personificaiton...short and sweet... Leslie Ching