Walking past passageways of yesterday, knowing that
they'll keep for now, interested in the present as
they roll out of melodies.
Claiming their identity in this being, expressing
the totality of living and continuing to rest in
the back seats of a photographic memory.
Joining past memories in a quiet solitude by them-
selves, looking ahead, noticing that the future is
beckoning mind, heart and soul.
Wanting to feel the energy of just being included
in visions of tomorrow alone, loving its intensity
and fervor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem