Secret spaces of loneliness hiding within our shadows
of memory, forsaking our sanity for their places in
our lives.
Stretching our feelings elastically, tearing us into
particles of crystals, falling tearfully from heights
of recognition.
Silence tuning us in towards a fidelity of recompense.
Trading for flights of fantasy, acres of images,
centered in tradition and serenity of family.
Locating aspects and interests succumbing to calm and
fiery depths, relating our stories exhaustingly over
many years of practice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem