Standing atop a mountain
Facing streaming wind
Gazing out over distant horizon
Entranced by clouds racing below
Sun rushing to its night home
Moon gazing brightly over all.
Blissful thoughts, not a care
Untouched by life's distresses
Standing solid yet floating
Rapt in personal sanctuary
Drinking solitude's liquors.
July 21,2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
blissful thoughts, I like it, thanks..