Shadows of shadows coming out from hiding, presenting
themselves in attitudes of hidden joy, liking their
poses as they freely move, taking this mind into many
corners of my brain.
Exceptions of life are always being found within
their appearances, never being saddened or forsaken,
just enjoying the beauty that is found within.
Using it in poetry or maybe painting them onto a canvas
filled with luminescent color and brilliant vibrant
hues.
Composing incessantly, worthily putting together many
symphonies of absolute tenacity, creating notes and
tempos as I continue to write.
Letting everything else disappear into a nothingness of
another time, crawling through tunnels into atmospheres
of tomorrow's knowing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem