Loving rock, rolling with it's basic rhythm on walks
through garden shores on sandy beaches.
Seeing views of waves cresting and shivering over
shells and marine life.
Feeling reverberations shake within as music instigates
a peaceful pleasure, relegating nature to the forefront.
Placing all of ability and treasured rhetoric into every
particle and atom of words.
Defining and proud of their purpose in a system of
literature in future rock and roll.
Waving daintily in showers of musical talent on the way
to death's doors.
As they close behind you for a final look back on life
all is gone and you are on another desert plain and oasis.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem