Everything being felt deep inside, wondering where it's
been all this while, seeing reflections of candlelight
as it winds its flame into smoke.
Magically taking off, soaring into the sky like a Cessna,
safe inside, going upward, the moon beckoning this mind
to come and explore.
Finding it's too far away, yet an imaginational reality
can bring it right into intellect without any problems
at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem