Traipsing rapidly up and down chords as they appear
fastiduously in thoughts of saddened poetry.
Softly, climbing in and out of tides of life,
not letting any of them hold me back or throw me
forward.
Finding a hold on particles of inner shores,
searching their essence, hoping some parts of it will
match my own.
Remembering the images, keeping them closely attached
to my being of shadow where they will be safe from
prying eyes, protecting me from all devices of
others to get me to let go and join them for a while.
Never falling for their animosity, not letting them
cling to my heart nor hold me prisoner in their daily
needs of someone to abuse and throw away on a whim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem