I stand upon the westbound shore
As day fades into dusk.
The mist upon my face explores
And bids the seagulls hush.
Upon my face I feel a warmth
And inside myself I wonder
Does not the sea itself bring forth
The waves that sound as thunder?
Should I for shelter run this day?
For I do so dread the rain.
A hesitation bids me stay
And find that warmth again.
The yellow hue inside is real
And mixes with the heat.
Tis yellow I am told I feel
And red is my hearts beat.
Orange glows within the sun,
It’s mixed with red and yellow.
But I will never see this done
For I’m a poor blind fellow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem Donna I lok forward to reading more of your work.