Traipsing down western trails, searching for the relics of
yesterday's memories.
Finding them so easily, as I move into realms of another
sphere, and moving towards another dimension.
Bowling along the ground like a tumbleweed in a dust storm
through the desert.
Believing in the darkness of nighttime skies, enlightening
all corners of my mind, illuminating everything with rays
of moonlight, shining upon every shade of evening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem