Alone in a world of great magnitude, a universe of loneliness
secreted inside each of us.
Moments of being, visions of thought, all come together, yet
are lost within us.
Ships passing in darkness, not recognizing that each is an
integral part of the other.
Eyes cast aside, blinders folded and put to use on some other
moment in time.
We are but particles of sand in shifting tides of earth, unable
to hold or grip our own shores in life.
Drifting at last upon ocean waves towards our eternities beyond
the grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem