Twinkling sounds of an early morning starlight are meeting
and traversing into a bluened light where life has had its'
very beginnings.
Reaching gently into measures of jubilation and joy, easing
tragedies of this earthly life, mind racing, chasing after
melodies.
Enlightened so brilliantly and tenderly, leaving intellect
in a state of awareness subconsciously portraying another
universe through poetry.
Sounds of color sliding across this brain and into depths
of intellect, totally being mesmerized in gleeful memories
of rhythm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem