Riding into the night, being satisfied in collections of
thoughts as they flow into an essential waterfall continu-
ing to fall no matter what happens through the years.
Often looking for it's essence through desires striving to
be recognized in time, a passion coming silently into being,
wanting to be totally quenched, spreading between you and I
all night long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem