I’m sitting in the little space,
Calming the chaos in my mind.
There is no other safer place -
I left the noisy world behind.
The silence fills every corner
Of the room – my little temple.
I conjure the magic hour -
No daily struggle, no battle…
I take delight in the moment
Where everything is possible.
Troubles and sorrows seem distant,
I try to believe it’s real.
I’m in the peculiar zone
Between the future and the past,
Being on my own - quite alone.
It’s the magic time, let it last…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Magical moments are rare indeed in this life. We must treasure each one that we are given for time is as fleeting as a butterfly. Lovely work, Jolanta. Love, Sandra