I am influenced by Poe.
But there is no comparison.
Maya too inspires.
And Langston seems to 'crystalize'...
The hardships of a people,
Observed through his unique eyes.
Those dark and emotional days,
Arriving with Sunrise...
And until Sunset left,
But within me stayed.
Aren't as dark,
To cast Moonlit shadows.
It seems I have graduated,
To controlled melancholy...
And free flowing sentiments.
I attribute that to aging.
As time releases,
Those reflections of memories...
More than ever to me meant.
I am influenced by Poe.
But there is no comparison.
Maya too inspires.
And Langston seems to 'crystalize'...
The hardships of a people,
Observed through his unique eyes.
And even though my own eyes,
Are opened wider than ever...
There is a sensitivity I've noticed increasing.
There is a connection to humanity,
That enables me to see each day...
Much brighter than the days before.
So bright with a clarity,
My simplistic wishes now...
Are to experience many many more.
With an opening of a door,
To adventure life,
With intentions to explore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem