there were times for a week when woke
with first lines of poems already etched
in mind or dreamed poems dream written
in part or whole whispering urgently write
me upon instant sleep to transition waking;
poems from sleep enter in from shallows
or echo deep wells or distant ocean depths
poetry exists in poetic mind dimensions
awaiting being written time entry into world
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem