the night leaves you
into assumptions of imagination
which is taking the care
of the awareness it is leading
with hills of boundless darkness
to the desert of the moonlight
you aren't alone
you found the place in the hearse
of yesterday people
they are heading
in direction familiar to oneself
not looking at oneself backwards
sometimes they only sense
the presence of the intruder,
demolishing the accepted chic,
they are getting mixed up,
the order of paces.measured out
with events of the hardened past
with stropheson cards, wrapped
with ivy of the oblivion.
a next blue dawn, will greet you
so that then again.
you taste solitudes amongst many
you aren't alone (?)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The great poem, excellent depicting and writing. The good idea and the workmanship. I read with pleasure.