A shadow speeding
up in front of me
is lining out
in stout and straight
fine casts my
destiny
a future
darker than it's past
because of simple rules
no golden ray
will for me play
fore-play a symphony
not yet composed
that's not to last
without an intuition
which resides in me
and shows the road
I have to go
ahead of my
blind spots...
as might do so
such kindly
dotted
horizons
, no...
Madrason 13 nov 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good writing, thanks, going ahead, thanks.