Ringing melodies following interior guidelines
through rhythm.
Standing in horizons, looking out to sea, wishing
for a way to cross without losing oneself.
Finding waves reaching out, grasping inner desires,
wanting to be let out and discovered.
Whispers running about, letting everyone know the
intense beauty being seen from another dimension
beyond the sea.
Ocean tides washing over and taking me out into
it's depths, drowning in their picturesque silence.
Holding hands with destiny, falling into bottomless
pits, left by fate, knowing nothing once again of
what lies ahead on shores of another horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem