Sensing something hiding just ahead of thoughts running
through my head right now.
Alluding to sounds of nature as they fall into pools of
memories ready to be written out for you to read.
Sending messages to my brain, from photographic screens
of imagination, telling the past in all it's moments of
feelings, emotions and unending details of popular belief.
Tapping enough of past rhythms to gather all of thought
into an ocean of beauty, riding the waves at dawn and
into sunsets as I live out life, regaling the gifts that
have been given to me at the moment of conception and
held onto afterwards, even now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem