Crystal delight, shattering my mind, scattering it to the
four winds for others to pick up and try to understand.
Bits and fragments collected over the years, gently held
by fingerprints of time beneath my sensory mind.
Aware of surroundings, forming mental pictures, filled
with courage and submission, placating memories left
behind.
Losing sorely, hopes of putting life together before the
end draws nigh, sleepily dreaming of the world yet to
come.
Leaving to future generations, the puzzle of my writing
and life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem