Shadows waving, beckoning my mind to delve into
their blackest ebony.
Searching their depths, holding their memories
with fervent desire, traipsing along threads
dangling just out of reach.
Noting leaves of enticing beams of light,
drawing me into labyrinths of reality, being
touched by creativeness and beauty.
(11: 11 a.m. - 9/23/09)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem