My search is through
Time and space,
To moments
They don't belong;
Each search has threads
To new ways,
Like a never
Ending song.
Thoughts wander
To clouds I see,
Drifting off from
Fields of view;
I have landscapes
Within me,
That I'm sending
Out to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Peter, you know, you are amazing. I feel your poems so well. I really have the impression we have the same muses.