The Illustrations in the attractive cloud formations,
fuel our vision away from a barren existance,
to lands where we soar to make belief places
upon foreign mostly distant shores never touched.
These destinations that may now be out of reach
can make one feel the pressure of the place they inhabit...
in summation we are reduced to tears, as the dream
evaporates, sending us hurling back into 'Our' reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem