Wanting to leave this place, go about my business of poetry
and living.
Possibilities are all around in mathematical exigencies,
awaiting their arrival in the poems of life.
Sojournly, walking down lanes of yesterday's fate, changing
it today, looking forward to the new facets of existence.
Finding a way back to the center of my being, moving into
the next horizon.
Seeing the light shining before me, guiding the way through
all the turmoil in daily life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No, please never do that RoseAnn... When you are the best blend of Masters of many perhaps, your longing to be otherwise shouldn`t be with you.. Be writing for all of us..