Up and down, rocking the atmosphere with a steady polka
rhythm, traveling down paths on horseback, galloping
northwards into the mountains.
There I plan on losing myself in the boulders, writing
poetry alone, watching as nature tempts my mind and in-
tellect through nature.
Skipping into canyons and ravines, looking for peace of
mind I so desperately need and want through riding and
writing.
Up and down in the saddle of my imaginary horse through
the wilderness of a desert mountain pass, joy and elation
filling me exuberantly and fully.
Tapping and beating my heart in time with rhythms, loving
this exacting study throughout every musical composition
being played for my benefit by my musician friends.
Telling and relating the stories of life through music
and rhythms, still galloping through the mountains on
horseback totally alone at last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem