Black ebony of nighttime where many details lie hidden,
always being curious, wanting to know everything there
is to know.
Never being satisfied with incomplete or fragmented
answers, continuing to look for their truths, an unend-
ing quest while alive.
Persistent and never tiring, living a life of longing
and purpose, nothing to take from the essence of who
I am, writing through moments of this earthly life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem