Sometimes I search for light in me,
And all I get is a dead torch.
But when I quit the so-called search,
I hear a voice commanding me
T' ride my search until I perish
Or my search for light does finish.
The light I seek is like no light:
No eyes conceive it or even sight;
I feel it's there somewhere, nowhere,
Where no one ever has been there.
I always think I'm almost there,
And all I see gets me nowhere.
12 May 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem