In a faint wisp of breath, life and death
dance like children in the rain.
Creeping by in some maddening pace
time is as irrelevant as my own name.
Shallow dark moans, faint weary dizzy
dreams, the melodies of past and future
things and everything in between, too
often unheard. Crazy light, shades of
impossibilities, chaos and the knowledge
that my words mean nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the reflective mood of this poem. Good poem David