Although it seemed the darkness felt right
Time and significance were lost to the night.
Walking alone from rock to rock
The heightened awareness was of the dock.
I wondered, i pondered, do I dare?
As I approached the pathway, the wind tossled my hair,
Echoes of footsteps drew my attention behind me,
But the echoes travelled farther than I could see.
After stepping to the forefront a mist seemed to rise,
Approaching with surrounding force to my surprise.
Completely round bushes began to bellow cries,
Stealing the view I could hardly believe my eyes.
I said, 'Hey these bushes from where did you sprout? '
And just as quickly I thought, Which is the way out?
I ran, I ran noticing each curve, and a twisting end,
And suddenly I knew I was at the dock's enchanting end!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent my friend! This is applicable to so many aspects of life. Caught up in delight of the moment, with no apparent sense of reasoning. Thanks.