Quickening the pace, rhythm strikes and takes me into pleasurable realms of exhiliration, combing through imagination.
Freely enjoying combinations crowding around inside my mind.
Taking liberties with my existent intellect, savoring it's wisdom
as I write and recollect distinctly, attitudes of rectified life living within my subconsciousness.
Touching softly, a gentleness set in memory's times, images
cavorting and twirling with anticipation as I walk into avenues
of photographic scenes, helping to relive dreams of long ago
through writing of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem