A psychologist
once told me
of my mind's
healing power
so now I close my eyes
and let a great airship
float me silently above
broken glass
and boarded windows,
beggers
and prostitutes,
drunks
and drugs,
starving children,
cheating spouses,
wailing babies,
lies,
deceptions,
lawyers,
and
smiling politicians
until
I see only sunlight
beneath me
on cotton clouds-
angels and unicorns,
knights and maidens,
poets and princes,
fluffy and billowing
Camelots of mind.
'Welcome aboard, '
says the captain
within me...
'Thank you for flying
Hindenburg.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The punch came with a 1 1/2 second delay. Very well done H