as the torch being ablaze <br />of heat from the sun <br />sunburnt from the wind I last, <br />stretching sails of purpose <br />and is not making <br />any difference for me, <br />whether my boat will be drawing up <br />still to other edge. <br />on the black earth, yellow sand, <br />on the snow, <br />I will leave my tracks, <br /> and my heart there, <br /> where related I have souls, <br />whom I will move with the word, <br />with dream... <br /> <br />and perhaps then I will just become <br />the oblivion? <br /> <br />I will rest after the walk <br />who still doesn't have the end. <br />I will turn the face to the sun <br />and gladly on the mouth I will stop, <br />I will see that the route behind me <br />and before me is empty... <br /> <br />then I will fly away with sigh, <br />I will become only recalling...<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-one-time-2/
