Quiescently waltzing along patterns of destiny,
resting in pools of peaceful desire as wanton
thoughts coalesce in dreams of forgetful memories.
Holding hands with faint beatings of my heart,
escaping reality's tightened embrace on my mind.
Not letting it strangle and stagnate creativeness
doing the ballet inside my mind tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem