Hearts beating in a staccato rhythm, keeping time with
inner workings of my mind throughout each measure, not
wanting to miss a beat or note.
Colorful hues melding with thoughts as they gel and
germinate quietly, silently within intellect, sprouting
and illuminating confines of my inner spirituality.
Preciously cherishing every moment written into and for
posterity as I languish into each night listening to
music and being inspired.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem