There are images swirling
and gliding and twirling
and flying and fading
and re-dissipating
Unimaginable pictures
and colors and switches
and flowers and plants
like tulips and grass
They live in my head
and I remember I said
that they like to drift
and to change and to shift
And I know i'm not crazy
though the pictures are hazy
they slide through my mind
no matter how wide
And they make me forget
what I've seen but I bet
If I could only remember
something small like an ember
That maybe my life
would not have so much strife
and that maybe my words
would eventually be heard
Because my wishes are dreams
and my dreams become wishes
And they're all that I have
that mean anything to fishes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem