let's go wind riding
chasing a recurrent dream..
infinite shoreline
whaling waves
canopy of stars..
neon lights shimmering thru the night
we lift our arms to the glaring moon
hail to bjork
hail to kerouac
stamping our feet into restlessness
let's celebrate the moon festival..
chai brings forth wheat..
russ have wings
while me got a lamp cage.
we march off towards the shore..
we have some loaf of bread, tapa and dark chocolate
washed it off with wine
we sing songs and and dance under the moonlight
surreal
dreamy
capsulated by the sea
standing facing the infinite shoreline
bjork sang the anchor song
this is our home
this is, our home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem