Raking coals and embers into the hearth of my soul,
believing in faith even when I can't seem to see it
anywhere in my visions.
Regaling feelings soaring higher into realms of
contemplation where no one can find me.
Filling every corner of imagination with a semi-
reality of death's embrace it slowly walks me
beyond
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem