Safe away from the scene;
strange streets;
Illusions are paramount;
a strange herb in my mouth.
A terrestrial world;
never saw it come;
A territory of immortals;
my heart sees from afar.
Close to me;
the trees cease to sing;
Close i be;
a coffin released.
Spin and turn;
tripped by immortal yawn;
Timbals present;
ghosts wield it.
I am seeing things;
could it be his? ;
Laugh to scorn;
my folly is gone.
Alone on this road;
thought i ended my goal;
An immortal passage;
dreams are never messaged.
I laugh and sing;
i know my sins;
Divine judges;
Divine holds no grudges.
Mortal i am;
my time is not prime;
Fountains turn black;
foretells my strange plight.
Spin and turn;
the herb's work is done.
Spin and turn;
dreams are never tall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem