My lunch I've had
It's time to nap
I'm sleepy for the sun
Though guilt I feel
I must reveal
For all my chores undone
I close my eyes
and see the smell
of ocean mysteries
Begin to paint
a picture swell
of undulating seas
Capsizing dreams
a wrestle screams
a jerk to coax me home
A windchime breeze
awakens me
to all my chores undone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem