Art can caress, but cannot heal.
Words cannot tame the teeming wilderness.
Yet people need connectors:
Poets, prophets & painters
To soar above the abyss like lovers;
To provide life with ardent form.
New dreamers are needed:
That will speak to modern hearts & minds;
That will transform the consciousness
Of contemporary, disengaged tribes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem