The cloud of ideas
put into the mind
without remorse
the sage leaves behind
over the horizon
towards the moon
into the future
like a flower bloom
to cross the bridge
and reach the golden cave
upon the wings of time
he shall escape being enslave
to rule upon a throne
unlimited by time and space
without the thought
to hold any haste
where exist in blissfulness
like rivers and lakes
the treasure of the soul
which he never forsakes
a universe by itself
without suffering and pain
where there be no need
to account for loss or gain
after the journey on earth
in the company of the stars return
the gifts of wisdom
he share what he learn
to attain the key
to the mystery of life
he shall fall asleep
before heaven's door
where he will be enlighten
to receive the comfort
and peace
as never before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem