Our soul dances through life,
We catch our own irresistible rhythms,
It takes us like the wind, never in a straight line,
Never completely still.
Like a kite dances
Our dances flow down times backbone,
Meander like stars through distant universes;
Your soul and mine are the fragrant breezes
That blow through the mind of god just once,
Catching his eye like a beautiful pebble skips
Along the ripples of a moving stream,
Something he thought he lost ages ago-
And has been searching for, ever since:
A dream that had gone forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, and that last line really does it!