Moving into and out of the shadows, hidden from view
just as I like it.
Gathering momentum as the evening wears on, looking
for a reprieve from daily routines.
Fitting into pictures of still life, trying to become
a part of their beautiful canvases, no one any wiser.
Lifting eyelids to heaven, looking for it's entrance
while here on earth.
Memorizing many landmarks being passed along the way,
turning corners, filling memories with an accumulation
of aged wine.
Noticing the inevitability of living on earth,
wondering when I will no longer have any more moments
to contemplate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem