winter is fast approaching
there are other universes
one waits for me
where words
call in poems blowing
beautiful on a warm freedom breeze
there is a crystal city high above the cliffs
beside an emerald sea
might be time to dive off those cliffs
swim in the embrace of that sea
disappear into the silences
as angels sing in harmonic bliss
words shared in sanctified symphony
peace beautified creativity
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem