The breath and width
Of a poets mind
The depth of vision
Of a poets sight
Who can this imagine
In his solitude
His spirit roams far and wide
His eyes searches far and deep
He sees
He hears
He feels
From men
From animals
From trees
From the void
And even from the gods
He brings back home
The product of his trips
And pens them down the way it is
Through inspirations and revelations
His writings may make meaning
His writings may look foolish
But that is not his care
You may seem to understand him
And interpret what you think
But if you are not in his trips
You can't really know what he saw
What he heard and felt.
(Sunday 6th October,2019,8.20am)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Far and deep! ! ! Searching, Muse of love and life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you Edward for your comment