Yes somewhere a tear rolls down the cheek,
Of yet another him or her or them pursuing,
The nirvanic dream of which so many speak,
With echoes trapped deep in sounds ensuing;
Moonless nights for there are those absolved
Through spin cycles of planet worlds brighter
Than thoughts will venture with time eclipsed
Whose wings span lifetimes rising much higher
When you or they or even i dare ever to confront
Not because we doubt the shadows of night
Or the midday sun's radiant nooness in affront
Try as we may, try as we do, to get it right?
This melody of notes played to the tune 'Existence'
Being, caring, wanting, sharing, and passed tense
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem