A windswept striated cathedral
A many colored miraculous thrill
Incessant rising of vertical tiers
Scalloped peaks with precipices sheer
Sacred citadel of the silent sound of solitude
A picture painted with a perfectionist attitude
The mysterious weaving river casts its spell
In the deep dark chasm calmly dwells
Bold land with violent beauty blessed
In earthy enchanting red hues dressed
At your sight I am struck speechless
Purify my soul with your profound caress
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
also a lover of solitude and forces of nature.... it’s a potent mix of poetry and love of nature…hardly could be improved… I can only congratulate you on this phenomenal poem…but im hard wired for this stuff… Thanx and cheers….oh take this ten too ;)