Looking out blue saddened eyes through windows open
to nature just outside, awaiting our presence to
come join in with soft gentle breezes.
Doing so before rain begins to fall once again, clouds
passing overhead, tasting the blessedness of our souls
and spirits through this earthly life.
At times tiring of all the hardships, wanting to just
let go and disappear into many good times we used to
have when younger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's tempting, if i COULD, to go back to my childhood, BUT no way would i do it if i had to live my life over again. I'm tired of being IDOLIZED by women (AND men) everywhere i turn. oops! time for my psych appointment. bri :)