Waking to a wonderful sound of music, instantly giving
so much energy, taking and sliding on mercury, riding
into another morning.
Wonderful feelings coming into mind, creating new memories
and serving the best of words in prose so early in a new
dawning.
Sky filled with the essence of a brand new creative pass,
entering into realms of imagination and passive silence,
giving senses a vast area to become in.
Taking the opportunity, not lightly, having an enjoyable
time just listening to the rhythm, and writing hurriedly
to it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem