The morning fog touches distant billowy clouds in the sky. A thousand sails
dance upon The Silver River 1. In my dreams my soul seems to return
to heaven. God asks me where I am going. I tell Him that my journey is long and
difficult. For poetry, I can write amazing lines to no avail. A roc is being
lifted by a powerful gust 2. I pray that the wind will not stop and
will carry my small boat to the heavenly mountains.
1
The Silver River refers to the Milky Way.
2
This sentence means "I hope that one day I will be lifted by the wind and
fly a thousand miles like a roc".