Tomorrow knows the poet.
Unrestricted by limits.
And endless time,
To adventure it.
With a depicting of those visions.
A poet explores.
In attempts to describe this,
Written.
As if given permission to witness,
That which has yet...
Been accepted as reality.
Although,
Prepared the poet is...
To dare.
Without explanation to give.
Or find what comes to be done,
Stunning or surprising.
To have had already visited.
Before.
And not after it has arrived.
Tomorrow knows the poet.
And the poet knows those tomorrows.
Coming yet to be restricted by limits.
Or time to give them hours to diminish,
Into quick lived minutes and seconds passed.
Tomorrow knows the poet.
And the poet knows,
How those tomorrows lived to come...
Are done to move on so fast!
Whether timeless to adventure they may seem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem