Mattresses of time, spreading over infinite darkness,
waiting for linens and blankets to cover me with
elastic thought.
Counting measures with notes of defiance, beating to
unthought etudes as yet.
Featuring untold rebels of yesterday, allowing them
plenty of room to forge their intellect in steel
bars of meaning.
Focusing towards avenues of beautiful scenery,
watching for autumn leaves, falling into me.
With thoughts of winter sliding across life, taking
with it all stillness in eerie nights of silvery snow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This is a beautiful poem filled with lovely imagery!