Solitary puzzles finding their way into intellect, being
solved through imagination.
Silently enjoying all that has been given through creative
processes, developing continually within this being.
Solemn and beautiful, taking forever into depths no one
else can enter, giving complete peace that is needed.
So tender and carefully writing with this heart and it's
contents, giving essence a burst of intense energy.
Sorrow at times filling me with tears thinking of past
memories and crying for what I no longer have.
Then the next moment, looking up and forward to what I
will soon be able to grasp hold of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem