Silent, still, peaceful, whispering softly into
moonlit nights, waking from a deep sleep in dreams
of longevity.
Aware of a new freedom coming from destiny's hold -
recreating life from inside imagination's depths.
Holding onto pieces of broken puzzles, turning them
into cognitive abstractions, forming concepts from
total opposites.
Fantastic subconscious abysses fill every particle
of mind's corners taking me into unknown realms.
conquering life's daily trials with an imaginational
world of my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know what you mean, the Architecture of the Sublime, filling your life with poetry and rhyme makes living tolerable and even pleasant. The life of the Spirit has no frontiers, no.barriers. You poetized and expressed it so, beautifully and well.. Thank you, RoseAnn.