Tripping into melodies, swaying to their rhythms,
finding images facing into twilight with aspirations
in their hearts.
Lifting minds into the atmosphere of another tomorrow,
folding and unfurling periods of imagination into an
unadjustable meeting of interior ideas.
Allocating meanings to adjacent tomorrows, finding
angles of juxtaposition appearing on edges of a new
horizon.
Beckoning life to go astray, finding new methods of
dealing with the death of many a thing throughout time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well-woven piece. Thanks for sharing.