Resisting temptations of evening bliss, wanting only to
relax and become what I must for early morning sunrises.
Gently beckoning toward eclipses of yesterday's moods
and attitudes, wanting only to be alone with inner
thoughts and reminders of home once upon a time.
Thinking silently in jungles of my mind, as beauty falls
around me in nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem