Chords flowing up and down, taking me into the
shadows of being, leaving me there alone, to
fend for myself.
Looking within, seeing a waning strength
holding out it's hand, wanting to help me to
rise above reality in expectations and latent
promises.
Tomorrow may never become, and I may disappear
into the night in silent wonder of being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem