Combing through many thoughts with rhythmic precision,
waves crashing over me, filled with sounds of life that
entice and take me away.
Floating while I can upon the surface and relaxing in
beauty being seen on a far horizon, flowing and drift-
ing along.
Time slipping away, not being of any use to me these
days, as I dwell in a bluened light and continually
write poetry well into every night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem