Twinkling sounds of stars beckoning me to elaborate in poetry of being.
Writing liberally into the night, waltzing into evening tributes of an afterlife seen through dream's images.
Nothing coming to frighten me along the way.
Setting standards, always staying on the righteous paths of moral and ethical conduct.
Never betraying a confidence to another.
Living in a sensuous platform of being and existing alone in spirit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem