Riding along with clouds above, singing a song of ghost
riders as they galloped alongside this poet and into
the darkened night.
Finding a beauty of life as they chased after it all through
the dusky night, all powerful, nothing escaping their wonder-
ful insight while riding into another dimension.
One that's filled with a quality that never could be taken
away from them, solo riders galloping away, never being
caught because they're ghost riders of the past.
Now in the future of all our lives, somnolent thoughts never
being carried away as they tackled everything with an intense
mind and intellect forever.
Racing, yelling in the ghostly night alone and on their way
into a lost horizon that never can be found again unless in
depths of this ghostly environment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem