Sounds of yesteryear vibrating distinctly in the atmosphere,
challenging memory, daring it to remember origins of it's
rhythms.
Allocating accents in depths of intellect, rising into sky-
ways of memory, leaving me breathless and wanting for more,
never being satisfied with just a little.
Needing one song after another to go along with my spirit,
as it dances into the afternoon filled with joy and total
happiness.
Soothing me interiorly with calming rhythms and tones as
they play chords of my heart and being, living fantastic
melodies as they're played within.
Touching and vibrant, letting feelings escape in universes
of other dimensions, allowing a true freedom to develop and
be used in poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would like to think that, that is part of my process. A profound insight, penned with eloquence