Stepping steadily in time, keeping step with inner rhythms, escaping wildly into arenas of prose.
Lifting spirits, taking all thoughts into depths of being, touching every sense in vibratory strings.
Calming me tenderly with notes, and starting words, flowing onwardly, keeping me connected to life and it's ambitions.
Writing history for years to come, going back in time to find peace inside me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem