i've heard this
music before
i cannot fail
them i have told
myself over and over
again
like some notes of
piano music rippling
on the water where
a boat without a rig
sails on with nothing
to guide it
except the guts of
intuition that at the
end of this journey
you embark upon an island
a paradise that you
shall now call as your own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem