Drunk with sweet melodies filling my essence with their
aromas and delectable tastes of the beyond.
Categorizing it's lines secreted in measures of time, a-
waiting their arousal of interior senses to be awakened.
Pictures and images tantalizing this mind endlessly with
dreams of tomorrow, finding beauty of interior landscapes.
Strikingly Divine and beyond the scope of this earthly
life, yet now being lived within this mere poet.
Writing of them in poems that will last throughout time
and life, silently written to rhythms heard.
Existing on another plain where only I can truly attain
it's purity and innocence of an interior life on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem