How do I express true past experience？

Have I been left stranded innocence with shadows

Having them drift away， incomplete？

Shall I walk the streets alone

Never to shed a tear again？

All I desire is a final waltz，

To have a soul， so light as to rise above blossoms

And to have leaves descend， heavy with passion.

To stroke a soul and heart unscathed and pure

As an infant's cry enduring its mother's own eyes，

This is sheer ecstasy in flight.

Beholding the tremble of the waves， the passion，

Is to see straight through another soul，

And…… to Vanish

Author： Joseph Paul Pecillo