~ On journeys we take, the things that are 'lost' along the way....is as much as the things that are 'found' along the way...
Walking
through
the white carpet
Of blooms
rich
in moonlight scent
The petals
fall
delicately
to the ground
Such beauty
in the silence
of
sound
Far in distance, close in breath
The shadows that cover
The true essence
of ones' soul
Feel the wind
swirl
around touching
Having found
that
one
flame
Of golden warmth
to
caress over me
to
look above
towards the stars
Wherever I turn, I find my way
by your side
back
where I belong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem