Steady, quiet, peculiar, hoping to see unexpected ideas and images peeking out at me with anticipation.
Sure and pacing, stepping only to interior rhythms and beats.
Sliding along winding paths, walking towards another dimension in catacombs of my mind.
Single-file, joining another person on the walk of a lifetime down into deepest pastures of fertile imagination.
Swerving along, putting together puzzles of ancient melodies as they expose themselves in opaque designs on window panes of my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem