He rode toward me at great pace
He smiled his wicked smile
He said- -are you ready poet
I replied - -no one is truly ready
I know I cant escape it
I cant obtain eternal youth
I am but a speck of dust
In the circular world
It will only be a long sleep
There will be no pain
I will know not a soul
There will be no shame
How can you torture a man with no body
Perhaps my stardust
Will float across the universe
Be born to another age
I will be a man of honour
There she will be waiting
A woman of another dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very illuminating poem, love the rhythm, easy and steady, solid imagery also. Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn