Waiting patiently for another day spent inside of intellect,
not having to wait very long.
Music comes with exhilarating rhythms, touching intellect's
imagination, soaring high into another atmosphere, finding
much more to write about.
Doors and windows being opened wide to allow exploration,
discovering every avenue hidden within.
Solemnly following inner intuition, allowing it to take me
far away from being where it is now, sitting and writing.
Happily sending out feelings and emotions into many words in
poems.
Faster and faster, giving an interior energy that will carry
on through this day and into the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem