Holding onto dreams forever, riding into the future on
horseback, following desires of this heart to find
deserted places to go and write.
Alone in depths of interior contemplation and peace,
tranquilly being energized by silent anticipation for
what things will be in the future.
Hoping that all of life will find a way to bring
possibilities into an existence of forbearing innocence.
Continuing in this life, writing and becoming the person
meant to be, according to fate and destiny of inherent
purposes.
Left to be important and worthy of perspectives figuratively
and literally created within this being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem