Poem for April 21st

lost in translation

daybreak brushstrokes

color this morning

in shades of possibility

a part of time

apart from time

 

this magic hour touches me

a message from the Maker

one of seven billion

thrown daily from golden shores

to sail through

the photonic ocean

and land in our hearts

ready to unfold

written in the first language-

Artistic Creation

 

we take these messages

we paint them

sing them

build them

snap them

write them

dance them

translating each word

as our own

tiny bridges

to eternity