Tracing lines through ancient musical terms,
cutting through and around difficult situations.
Traipsing down avenues, looking for friends who
used to always be there.
Yet, nowadays traveling alone, despair etched in
hearts forever.
Delving deeply into misty canyons of perverted
desires, capturing the essence of eternity in
whispers of silent voices from hidden yesterdays.
Allowing visions to appear and begin again at
every turn, somersaulting into rays of sunshine,
talking incessantly while choosing designs of
individual making.
Creating diagrams and formulas from entrusted
memories etched inside brains.
Fulfilling empty promises made in desperation,
residing, coiled up tightly in mazes, forgotten
on pages of tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem