When I'm too frail to travel
and yearnings of my youth
to search in far off islands
for hidden tropic truths
have shriveled into wishes
to never be fulfilled
because my bones and sinews
are stiff through age and chilled:
A hidden window opens
that's never been explored
and soon a glow emerges
of treasures long ignored
My mind begins to wander
to Shangri-Las of yore
bright nebulas and starbursts
quite overlooked before
My spirit now emerges
to heights and depths galore
and soon the heart is singing
songs from a distant shore.
So very well written with perfect grace, I so connect with this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the optimism and dreamy beautiful symbolism of this poem. Well done!