Morning glories light the morning
Hummingbirds bloom in every blossom's breath
Flickering of gold dust shook from tiny heads; 
Fairy magicians
Glistening the morning light, 
A sleight of hazy wings, 
A sudden quickening of the heart's delight.
That summer so much too beautiful to bear; 
Flying, dancing, humming, being, 
Quickening in the cathedral light; 
And soaring on some liquor divine, 
Divinely mad! 
A fool with wings! 
The anointed messenger of the gods of play; 
For now is the time
Stopped and still in the golden air
I see myself shining everywhere.
(Published July/August,2010 - Sketchbook)                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    