Racing throughout portraits of life and their distant land-
scapes where once we visited and now only remember once in
a while.
Bringing pleasure and a smile to our lips at times, sacred,
sometimes seeming holy, as we continue through our lives,
collecting these wonderful memories.
Spaces of life being remembered so intuitively without effort
as we live our lives on a daily basis, aging into senior years,
knowing soon all will be gone in a whisper of death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem