Windows often let in warm light,
Reflecting rays of sunshine oh! so bright,
Eyes can act like windows to the soul;
While poets lay bare their true thoughts towards a goal,
They too shed an inspiring gleam of their own;
Where their poetry can brighten up another's life finding a home
To dwell upon someone's heart like a lasting treasure to remember,
Instead of some empty words....like ashes of dying embers,
Some poems will flash by like a comet quickly out of sight;
While others quietly sparkle like stars in the night,
Poets hope to leave an indeliable mark,
If only for a short time they are a beacon out of the dark.
Spiritsong
Jan.22/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good..... nice write!