imagination
brings us places
otherwise ignored.
when business
of the day gives way
-redeeming our reward,
what bliss it is! -
our bodies resting,
softly closing eyes,
imagining
an eden, - maybe,
-realms of otherwise-.
to then somehow
inhabit them
if only moments long;
til prodigal
that we have been
returns. - the better off!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem