Researching interior motives, keeping them together
to be stored in vaults of timeless endeavors.
Stretching an etude to include life in it's best
form on daily earthen shores.
Releasing ancestral images into interior atmospheres,
trailing across pages of anecdotal phrases, taking
in stride, tantamount lanes of disguised poetical
rhymes in dictionaries of sublime concentration.
Replaying emotions, moods, ideas into cohesive
meanings felt throughout the years of sanitized bliss
and movement.
Characteristically forsaken until a person's heart
opens and remembers it once more before the end of
life's time on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem