Soothing particles of my being are taken into canyons and
ravines of the desert of my soul, there I find innocence
of the purity of my inner child.
So calmly, surreptitiously, climbing a stairway to heaven,
stopping at the bluened atmosphere where only I am present,
listening to music.
It's rhythms taking me soaring, swimming through natural
passion and essence of my spiritual being, nothing negative
there to hurt nor betray me at all.
A serene longevity that I can rely on through my spirit only,
living a moral and ethical life in spite of what other people
may think of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem