The soul rises from me,
And the face shines bright.
Then heart pumps freely now. Recalling seven thousand nights.
Looking at the stars.
Always one constant dream.
Now coming true. Feeling the ocean spray upon my face,
Hearing the Long Island Seagulls singing in unison,
The soul connects to the great pine,
And the rainbow shines the way, the way home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem