As I lay exposed to the day, I feel that deep rest/
And my eyes begin to play with the joy of beholding/
Watching the sun search thru her golden hair /
Like an electric fire, flamed by gentle winds/
Hearing her words sing like an autumn bird’s story/
I take in the moment; I become aware, and then fade/
Sinking down deeper yet still into this bliss/
Just as the moment draws near to closing /
I submit to endless thoughts of now
Forever, I have that now/
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem