Solitary, alone in the wilderness, moonlight shining down
upon my poetical essence, starlight twinkling, approving
of my presence.
Seeming glad to see me sitting here in the desert writing,
washing away grief, loss and loneliness as this desert
atmosphere sooths and comforts my soul so completely.
Reverberations of lonely wolves and coyotes touching my
heart's mind gently from afar, their abandonment filling
intellect with measures of sorrow in their desert lives.
Keeping this mere poet interiorly contemplating, staying
safely in the achievement of this poetical nature as the
moon and stars watch over me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem