I once knew a prophet full of dreams;
she could see beyond the skies,
but her every word was lost to me
when she gazed into my eyes.
I was once a gentle boy
who could love without an end,
and though dandelions still bloom,
I cannot comprehend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wes, you clearly have a way with words. Keep writing.