Dreams filling this mind, disappearing upon waking for
a while, reappearing like magic when writing poetry,
delicious and positive, enticing intellect.
Mystery and magic of this subconscious mind, thoughts
surfacing, finding spheres to gather together, living
vibrantly in their particular atmospheres.
Following enlightenment to eternity, future visions
and dreams traveling pathways led by fate and destiny,
to be found within innate knowledge at the end.
Another day being planted solidly in another night of
dreams, the process starting over once again, producing
many more ideas written in poetry and musical scores.
All of it for posterity, clean and beautiful, pure and
innocent, clarifying this life of a mere poet while
still here writing for the time being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem