Staying in touch with inner tapestries,
clinging to their images like lifelines to past memories.
Being inhered to future recriminations, satisfying emotional
tides with many secret pastimes of dreams.
Living in my mind with picturesque requirements, forging
extra ties to the beyond of life, over the next horizon,
unable to be tied down to any one coastline.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem