Watching candles burning in the darkness, their flames
enticing imagination, wavering in this mind, mesmerized
by its insistent movement of a lightened beauty.
Continuing to light the way down avenues of imagination,
taunting mind to continue writing, enchanted, hypnotized
by the wavering flame of would-be knowledge while writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem