Witching nights taking me into their visions as twilight
finds words in spells of poems.
Finding their way into this mind, so they may be spilled
out upon this world in the form of poetical interludes.
Watchful contact, hitting thoughtful episodes of this
brilliant spotlight of the future.
Knowing it's fullness as it fills me interiorly in the
beauty of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem