The soft light that captures a rose in bloom
Transforms the stream into sapphire blue.
It caresses the delicate wings of birds;
Transfigures poets as visions become words.
O it seems for brief, flashing moments of bliss
To enlighten & enlarge our consciousness.
The sovereign Light that shines gently forth from
The still heart of the world, redeems kingdoms
Hidden from the eye. It punctuates dreams
And turns despair into silvery streams.
It seems to resurrect our mortal clay
From the darkest realms of doubt and decay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful and expressive And turns despair into silvery streams. It seems to resurrect our mortal clay From the darkest realms of doubt and decay.
Thanks Konab...I'm pleased it spoke to you.