He whose senses stir the heavens:
Who sees the stars and moon on fire;
Whose pen scratches at the heart of life;
Who mirrors universal tragedy;
Whose love is a banquet for everyone;
Whose restless dreams create worlds;
Who turns sea foam into crystal;
Who glimpses beyond the veil of illusion;
Who walks beside the down trodden
Through the valley of ashes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is short, but it's concise and precise. Well structured.
Thanks Tomisin..it's an old one...slightly reworked...I'm pleased you appreciate it!