Twinkling stars, poking my mind with thought
as I look up at the sky, held gently in my mind.
Being able to touch the stars now, in imagination,
I find their textures unlike any on earth.
Crinkly, yet not, they confuse my senses as I try
to save this new star in a special slot in my brain.
Next time I go outside in the nighttime air and
look upon the sky, I will remember the texture's
feeling in imagination's mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem