Looking into a peaceful sky, watching clouds drifting
across my sight.
Scanning the heavens looking for angels to fulfill my
spirit.
Astounded by the purity of this blessed day as I forge
my being into it's essence with a total exacting joy.
Playing in my mind with elastic thoughts, pulling them
back and letting them go just for the fun of it.
Listening to their reactions as they spiritually yell
into an inner atmosphere, being filled with the joy of
passion as I write them into a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem