Walking along twilight paths alone, thinking, mind being
filled with thoughts of insight and enlightenment then
emptying it all into poetry.
All while moments move around the clock, never leaving
poets behind, reaching out, hoping to find a way to con-
tinue living for a while yet.
Having so much to do in this earthly life, not wanting
to leave anything undone, just perfecting ideas that are
continually coming into a poetical existence.
Nothing left, but to keep on writing throughout this life,
being fascinated by everything in this world, watching for
new experiences as they continually come from within depths
of a poetical nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem