Patches of ideas coming together like a quilt being in
the hands of those who are quiet, gentle, creatively
fabricating them from pieces of mismatched material.
Like taking abstracts from the atmosphere and blending
them with ideas and concepts that are constantly forming
and shaping this mind.
Following pathways of creativity as it is continuously
illuminated and brought to light, a bluened atmosphere
taking and capturing it's essence to be used creatively
in everything seen or done through poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem