And so because the child was wrapped in a cocoon of dreams
His mind hell-bent in following the drumbeats of adventure
Which like and unrelenting typewriter tapped the script yet
to unfold-A mystery of tomorrows.
I stood with a flag tied to my prick,
Swearing on ten stacks of Bibles and by Eternity's Name
That I would never leave her-And so on I followed
To the border of lust and love
Or wherever the tide
might lead me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem