Train coming down the tracks, pulling me along, racing
down the mountain, taking me I don't know where or when,
loving realizations as they flow by me.
Going into pathways of a creative process, allowing me
to write while composing music, painting portraits in
and through imagination, hanging them on walls of my mind.
Picturesque and tauntingly beautiful, soothing feelings
and all emotions, favorite rhythms taking me exploring
while writing, never looking any further than intellect,
coasting downhill with a fervent and vibrant melody.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem