Silvered Time
A spinning ball;
Twin beacons light my spiriling fall;
A static lens within the caul;
The distant stars:
A gaseous shawl.
A lovely description of the mystery .... The distant stars: A gaseous shawl.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short, but good. See my Big Bang Creation and my new poems.