Life's shores ebb and creep slowly away.
Reflections of ife's altered states bend and wave
thrusting unreal attributes onto their images.
Silence balloons and bursts itself onto our
re-poseable thoughts, separating end enkindling them
with heart-felt wants.
Walls of imagination build themselves on recorded tapes,
hopes of fame and fortune lying quietly in a brain.
Aspects of fortune are brought to mind and challenged
daily on shores of ancient remembering.
All of life is lost on desert plains, awaiting a
fulfillment which will not come until death has met
itself within us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem