City of Thoughts
In my mind
the world is
a city of thoughts
where I wander
undisturbed,
window shop
in a world of words,
sightsee cityscapes
of thoughtful wonder,
feast in restaurants
of Epicurian splendour
and drink in bars
with bottomless glasses,
wine that is the nectar
Of Creation
but no- one talks
no-one listens
nobody sees
the thoughtful pavements
or wanders
with me
in the avenues of wonder,
like the blind poet
singing songs
for the deaf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem exactly sums up my own problems in finding the right inspiration to write a poem.