I write and I dream
And each poem becomes
A small adventure
A going out into some far place
I would otherwise never know
I write to live
And living is dreaming into the distance
It is going beyond the beyond of all I have been
Into a new world only I can give the name of
This poem too like all the others
Is out there far beyond where I have ever been before
In a distance of its own
Where only its own lonely singing can perhaps somehow be heard
By strangers I will never know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Going beyond the pale, the pale light before dawn caught myself dreaming. Great write!