Romping and roaming through arid desert mountains, watching
as the sun rises and sets every day, not ever interfacing
with one another.
Living in the solitude of a moment filled with measures of
an intense rhythm as it keeps this heart still, yet beating,
not ever failing to feel emotions and past thoughts.
Many thoughts of love and heartache throughout the years,
washing up on shores of the Colorado River, looking up at
beautiful canyon walls.
Taking mind and intellect into the fabric of rock everywhere,
always testing their strength, the weather eroding it through
the years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem