Cruising down the highway alone and free, enjoying feelings
of liberty, filling this being and intellect tied with them,
sharing life with pen and paper.
Recording every moment that enlists a finality in an ending
poem that will outlast intellect, knowledge and wisdom, for
they will disappear behind mysterious curtains of death.
In the last moments of life, as our existence fades into
another dimension we begin to see visions of heaven coming
to light and then we die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem