Five years past
Where I could not see
The spirits of love and kindness
That had always been close to me
I could not stand to be with folk
A simple conversation
Seemed to much to ask of me
It might sound selfish
But I could neither give more
Or take more
Than I did
And now that eye long closed
Has been opening again
Visiting me with visions
Of Hope and joy
Sacred opportunities
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem