He stood in the pathway
of the promise of dawn
and shrugged at the
warning bells of time.
He dwelt in the shiver
of an autumn without hope
and wept -
so many hills to climb.
Then he laughed in the lap
of a bulging yellow moon
and bathed in the palm of the sun
and raised his glass to the
shadow of his soul:
Cheers!
Cocktails for one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem