shadows so perfect
ripple in circles of life
silken slender strands
of spiderweb spice
in mist light rain
dew drop diamonds delight
caves of dwarf diamonds
glitter sparkle life
hidden seams candle
wax molten dreams;
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a tissue of light that runs through the mechanistic stuff. Perhaps in the shade of raw impulse, in the wavering shadows is where the un-slaved soul comes into its own. Excellent imagining.