Flowing into the atmosphere, soaring through the darkness,
enjoying the feeling of blindness that fills my being.
Letting me view such different scenes as I go through the
images and visions of an interior universe.
Beautiful and temptingly mysterious, awaiting the silence
of the Divine as it's absorbed into a bluened atmosphere.
Within my mind only, not another soul can see it, only
this mere poet has the ability to go to and from it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem