Somnolent rhythms being focused solely on a point in the
future, anybody's guess as to what it is, unable to tell
it aloud.
Wanting its essence to be hidden yet, forming and then
expanding, alive and vibrant, as many notes go sailing by
while rhythms soar above in heavenly skies.
Clouds floating, taking a measure of time into the beyond,
loving intense moments as they are being exposed and then
expressed in another place and time somewhere in the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intense moments are very well felt. This poem is interestingly and beautifully penned. Hidden essence is witnessed.