Watching lights in the reflection of a picture hanging on the
wall, like a still life, giving my mind images to attribute
rhythms to.
Silent, sparkling brightly behind a glass enclosed within a
frame, shadows of a fan spinning quickly over the picture
frame.
Lights within and out, causing thoughts to emanate from an
innate intellect like a shower of color coming into view,
amidst sounds of energy.
Filling my being with vibrant and explosive ideas and concepts
that come from deep within intellect, being reflected from
an inner photographic memory of once upon a time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem