I have it in my dreams
The shadowy bus stop
On a nowhere zone
Where nobody waits ever for a bus,
To get off there and wait
For the shadows to gather
And take strange shapes
To turn into a phantom bus
That would vanish with me on board!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting. I think we've all been on this bus - alone, not knowing where we're going, but nevertheless, moving forward to an unknown destination. I like this poem very much.