Like a Film
My homeland is the flowing
moment that always was
and touched the farewell
the passing of the flowing river
and left fantastic years
roles that are passed over
under constellations
kites of our origin
innocence that travels in darkness.
I was a path once
a piece of infinity
divided heart, a secret departure
I smuggled away utopia
searching for the forefather of a dream
so, I could return
the wild wind gleaming and flowing spring
insubordinate poem deep footprint
and as everything ages
I shall move ahead
irreversibly
into the mined wave.