Rhythms flowing in and out of a mind, dreams still afloat in a heart of one who is a dreamer in this life of humanity.
Moving slowly in many years, whiling away time in a silent reasoning, hoping that future times would reopen a heart.
For once it was so alive and energetic, but now is no more, flames of passion and desire having died down to a trickle of what they once were.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem