cirrus wisps - like phoenixes
rise from an azure sky.
listing moth-like toward the sun
as eventide draws nigh.
as light and free as they - the soul
that in my form does dance;
inconsequential to the earth -
except for circumstance -
of visible proximity - for who
can lift their gaze
beyond terrestial concern
is one with heaven's praise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is magnificent. Your way with words is almost mythical in proportion. You use them like little tools; the exact word which fits exactly, and only that one. Your poetry always astounds..(smile)