Moonlight shining on shores of tomorrow, filtering
thoughts upon the sand as waves crash over them.
Disregarding and not watching anything, just using
fanciful ideas to configure impossibilities of time.
Scenes taken from the past, filled with memories of
another era in realms outside of heaven's gates.
Standing there alone, seeing life fade from earthly
shores, slowly going into the atmosphere as a spirit
into the unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem