What did you mean
by waving a single white flag
to those on the yonder shore?
Are you planning your escape route?
I myself am rooted to this place.
I will shut the final door
without your help. I just hope
the remaining sunlight is not
us not eclipsed, because tomorrow
I must return all the keys still
in my possession. There is a small room
in the Hotel just past Jackson Street
where all the accounts are filed.
Many have already been settled, but
their ghostly paper presence lasts.
Our accounts will stay active
for another decade. A decade is
not as long as you might imagine.
Continually time speeds up,
its huge maw swallows anything
that lags behind. We do need
a larger room in which to finish
our business. It won't be long
before Life Itself takes over.
How much Life leaves behind
for those of us still crawling
between earth and heaven is
unknown, but don't you expect
generosity? Won't you be
generous when your term swings around?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Daniel, despite of been addressing specific issue in each of your heart touching poems, but we can also be in contact with some philosophical meanings and aspects each time, that mean thankfully your works are an open text with multiple meaning, and this only can be done by the professional poet such as you, congratulation and 10++ for this amazing piece of work... well done it is very true: - A decade is not as long as you might imagine