Rhythms taking over, bringing a little light into another
moment of musical rhythms that have been steeping overnight
and are now ready for another time to dance and play while
music continues.
Rising into the atmosphere, letting go of all turmoil and
stress of another work day, grasping hold of sleep that only
this heart can see and feel.
Nothing to interfere in a beautiful moment that continues
throughout the rest of this life and onto the skyway above,
a final resting place then sleeping in a peaceful death
before going home, no one knowing anything has even happened.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem