It was in dreams he broke vows of silence
And flew, full of love, into the blue sky
Like a colored balloon with a hanging fate.
In his dreams words quickly became things
And words again, as they were drawn out.
These words were actually woven dreams-
An exotic alphabet from strange regions
Their silver syllables shimmered from far.
He dreamt them as if they were the big dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem