We drift through these days like jaded actors.
Henceforth, we are often oblivious
To Beauty's significant marks; which flash
Intermittently across our consciousness.
We tend to be drawn to a welter of
Distractions. Yet we seem to evade the
Glowing presence of jewelled moments in time.
O that really is our loss; I'm afraid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem