Mission on earth is special to each one of us,
as we walk our daily lives in complete silence.
At night, lighting our spirits with contemplative
insight, we continually are being spent with the
sorrows and troubles we encounter in our daylight.
Feeling so drained and finally calm in the darkness
of lightened dreams, fulfilling our minds with many
concentrating efforts, as we wander and live our
lives during the daytime.
Always remembering the dreams as they relive them-
selves in other forms of artistic grace that we
find ourselves falling into, according to our gifts
and talents.
Fitting us as gloves on tight-fisted hands of our
minds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem