Voices vanishing through years of loss, feeling my
being falling into depths of nothingness.
Echoes howling like wolves at a full moon in nights
of my mind.
Unrecognizable in patterns of life, tracing pathways
into the past.
Listening to my heartbeat in the stillness of a passing
light, fading into darkness, nothing to take with me.
Forsaking the beauty of life for the intenseness of a
visual spirituality, holding me in it's grasp.
Enlightening this bruised and battered heart through a
mind of intellectual ingenuity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem