I close my eyes the waves break along the beach,
I let my spirit rise and drift out of reach.
At my feet I have a mountain of questions,
they echo back across the shore.
I follow the winds that cross the desert plain,
I soar with eagles, I rise above the pain
& my boots are filled with a mountain of questions,
they echo back across the floor
I lay my head & my arms down on the cool sand,
it brings relief to the troubled soul of the damned
and my pockets are full with a mountain of questions,
they echo and chill me to the core.
I kiss your lips & walk out across the wold,
I long for the life of the Yokohama of old.
My baggage is heavy with a mountain of questions,
they echo & echo once more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I let my spirit rise and drift out of reach. They echo & echo once more. I long for the life of the Yokohama of old. Very amazing expression is shared in amazing mind. Wise poem! ...10
Your very kind thank you Kumarmani Mahakul :)