I chase you, the dark.
Blank interesting moon, Im enervated.
Resting under our perpetual bond.
Staring at each others enigmatic visage.
Little buckaroo I'll lasso you; my thoughts exude.
Tracers follow my fingers sketching constellations.
The North Star of the Horologium is scintillating.
Nirvanas orientation hiding at the apex of time.
Implode devour earth into a shooting star.
Bring me dreams, Please? In my sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem