A lone pedestrian this trembling soul!
Vied destiny...the distant pool of light
beyond the the shallow shoals, the mocking Knolls,
the clouded sky and spiteful stars of night!
A chosen sanguine tread, sans wheels and wings
this journey long, on ghostly soles through maze
of loose desires on strings of swaping springs
and falls towards the goal; in cosmic chaise!
A magic decision to make this walk,
in nescience of goal; whether exists
or not; parrying worldly jolts and knocks
to break that phantom lock with beatified fists.
This ceaseless hike on floating esplanade
in quest of blaze; is worth a billion funs!
Of type and tang of kismet far and odd,
no fancy molds and no expectations!
Love has no limbs, light...eyes; and bliss no taste!
In peace glides smooth ethereal flight, sans haste!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem