Standing at edges of destiny, waiting for fulfillment to come into
being.
Realistically knowing it cannot be in our life time.
Having perfect silence, causing deafness to walk before me, stepping
lightly in the wake of dawn.
Protecting innocence from ever launching itself into depths of hell -
reaching out - forward - tumbling over top of self.
Forever searching - being at every moment - a tiny bit of human sea.
Always knowing in recesses of total knowledge, that destiny can
never be held or fulfilled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem