Life being spent in shadows, ghosts of yesterday peeking out at
times, keeping memories closely cherished.
Reviewing the past in depths of self-realization, hoping to stay
intact through circumstances of living.
Holy and sacred, our souls freely captivating our inner beings
and we rarely if ever realize this.
As we go through moments of memories and events of days gone by,
future holding much of the same for each of us until we die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem