Solemn and quiet, a funeral silence enveloping my being,
not letting anything penetrate it's stillness, giving a
blending of extraordinary integrity as I write into the
evening hours, nothing to interrupt or stand in the way
of writing poetry.
Living in the moment, letting it have it's way, traveling
in it's own time, touching inner desires with timidity,
letting this poet feel the intensity of life as it cul-
minates within me all at once.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem