Rainbow-painted clouds harboring a shimmering heaven
house a species of watchful spirits
The division between our realms is veiled in thinness
but exists nonetheless
The heavens look upon us with lament as we forsake our
time here on earth
Their youthful visions are clear and unadulterated
Trinity, with brilliant plans conceived in perfection
try to light our path, though we are straining to see our way
Cool-warm breezes of truth grace the faces of those
who desire to know
In age, we attempt to impede our earth-time,
yet the veiled division grows even thinner...
until we are the heaven children that look down upon the earth
with hopeful melancholy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good write..well expressed in this idea...Thanks for sharing this with us