Pounding rhythm calling to mind rhythms loud and
clear, shining brightly into my imagination with
fervent desires.
Beckoning inwardly, lighting the way towards
obscurity on pathways of eternal bliss.
Always acknowledging gravitational pulls of poetry
into abstract poems filled with cognitive puzzling
mazes.
All made for a mind's exercise and love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem