there were past months in time
when we wrote while drinking wine
or alcohol to wet water poetic
imagination;
there were times before this when
we woke with first lines of poems
already etched in mind or dreamed
poems;
in part or whole whispering write
me upon sleep to transition waking;
poems from sleep enter from shallows
or deep like wind ripples on water
swift departing; who can catch capture
wind spirit free wind ripples dancing
on water who can catch sunlight
across water in diamond sparkles
freely dancing; in a poet's mind
enters spirit endless time inner eye
blinking open sees wind ripple
sunlight dancing on still water;
flowing vibrating into inspired
dimensional wonder where craftsman
poet walks; where words may soft
whisper or earthquake shake
thunderclap sharp rumble
in time gateways stretching;
into cosmic black holes begging;
poet enter event horizon dance
stretched in light moving through
into new universal wonder;
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem