The scene plays hide-and seek
With the imagination.
Quickly, the mist lifts to reveal
The valley in colorful cohesion.
A black bird with a hooked beak
Lands precariously on a limb.
The mind, like bark, begins to peel
Haze under the trembling quiet of a hymn
Mumbling inside the breath of the woman
Who continually sings of the glory
Come down on earth like mist
Re-entering the forgotten valley.
An invisible dew moistens the land.
The sound of wetness, but no drop felt.
Voices in the distance hiss
As the vision's haze starts to melt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem