Tripping down paths, watching, leaving reminders
of images set in visions of inner mind's intellect.
Arriving in moments of time, listening to interior
whispers of beyond.
Letting imagination flow like the rapid river it is,
allowing spirits to rise and envelope the beauty of
intense imaginings.
Being placed in deepening verses of prose, an
immediate pleasure filling within as it does so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem