Sliding down passageways of intellect, watching
effervescent ideas and thoughts shimmering in
the darkness.
Waiting along edges of interior catacombs, hoping
to find ancient messages left by learned scribes,
noticing encrypted pictures along the way.
Recalling memories of what happened in ancient
yesterdays, where life was buried and lost without
any thoughts of tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very thoughtful poem.