One day at work I gazed outside, 
Across the glass sev'n-storey high.
I saw those same piles, tall and wide, 
Taking vast space right off the sky.
As just my eyes, in pain of strains, 
Could not resist the drooping lids, 
A golden bird, with silver wings
In beats, shot through the drowsy mists.
It hovered round within my sight-
Sometimes it glided through the waft, 
And oft it thrust with all its might, 
Calling brisk zephyr by his craft.
Then two clouds wedded overhead, 
Or 'twas a wink of heaven’s eye, 
A crux of time in which it left
So fast I couldn’t say goodbye.
I drew the blinds and closed my eyes; 
At once I felt with bliss endowed, 
And saw the bird up high the sky, 
Soaring towards the buoyant cloud.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
This is beautiful Edmund, you have written a delightful and lovely poem. Excellent. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX