In my dream home new rituals unfold.
I must open all the windows to let
In the fresh light of serendipity.
Then I must tend to the dense garden of
Memory and vision. I must reomove
Unwanted weeds, and keep on pruning, to
Enhance vibrant colours and softer shades
Not yet known.For the seeds that I sowed, so
Long ago, have bloomed into bright flowers.
I'll pluck a few and send them straight to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliantly done poem, Dominic.
Thanks Michael...I'm pleased that my metaphor worked for you.