Universal ideas and thoughts calmly being lifted from
intellect, placed so carefully and quietly into the
middle of an intense desire that is reaching out.
Trying to become a figment of imagination's reality,
unforeseen in the beauty of the future as it prodding
through dreams.
Spending time, waiting and thinking, not realizing that
it is being spent as you sit in the absence of doing
something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem