I release my words upon the wind.
Tiny dancers pirouetting amid the zephyrs.
Like nestlings on their first foray into the brilliant blue,
Tentative and loose limbed,
Navigate the skies.
My words are inconspicuous in their invisibility.
Coasting along the aerial currents,
feathered fragments of conscious thoughts.
Nurtured and weaned,
Free from earthly binds.
My words are jubilant in their buoyancy.
Airy bubbles sailing through azure space.
Bursting with joie de vie.
Ethereal, ephemeral.
Iridescent ether orbs.
My words I whispered to the wind…
Are secrets you will never hear.
They will never reach your callous heart.
There…see them drift?
Pass eyes of gods.
My words have reached the mighty heavens.
Through comet tails and Saturn’s rings.
Merging with the Big Bang’s dust,
The fringes of the universe.
The beginning, and yet the end.
No these words of mine…
Were never yours to hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem