Trotting down lanes of distant tomorrows, holding onto hopes
and promises of yesterday, with clarity and intensity.
Noting the insistence of feelings growing gently and tenderly
within, suffering their beginnings as they take hold and send
me into dimensions of a new beginning.
So timidly holding onto a love that takes me by surprise at
this late stage in life, fostering the beating of my heart,
carrying it along with new designs of rhythm, flowing so
smoothly and evenly within me.
Counting the moments as they enter a new category of being
continually moving inside of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just a wonderful poem on love coming around again, a delightful read.