Here I lay, dressed in what will not be my last piece,
Dreaming how I remember I should,
Fingertips grazing the water as though the glittering reflection from the moon lives within the ripples,
Like I hold the power to make waves into the universe with my dreams.
Floating in space as the girl with no identity
Beautiful and dangerous
Means walking the streets drinking an electric lemonade on a winters day in Wroclaw.
Nowhere to go, but I sing out loud soft lullabies of staying in this heaven world I've found in fearless freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like the imagery of this poem, it induces a dreamy mood in which time stretches out, slows down, and lets us savor the moment as if it won't end. But all moments end, and you know this, that is, the person in the poem knows this is just a respite, however lovely and seductive. But such experiences are needed to refresh our psyches as well as our bodies. The danger is in surrendering completely to this COMFORT, and abandoning the rest of your journey. Then it's the Island of the Lotus Eaters, and you're lost. But that's not happening here. You know when it is time to move on, and YOU WILL MOVE ON.