a day with Norma
is like a quench I
once thirsted.
Like a dream we dance among the
clouds of sanctuary,
A search no more.
No more lies.
no more tears it is
all taken away.
A vapour trail
marches on to on
& upward motion to the
stars.
A dream of a unborn
child comes in
front of our eyes.
Eyes forward fixed upon the
heavens as the spirit
comes down for the sake
of you & me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem