Racing down the tracks, whistle blowing, guitar strumming as
fast as possible, attuning heart, mind and intellect as that
train continues giving energy the faster it goes.
Loving beating of the click clack down the tracks as it re-
verberates constantly in this mind while my heart chugs into
other dimensions full speed.
Beside myself, as desires and passion are being pulled effort-
lessly from within my soul, whistle blowing thoroughly in my
mind.
Clearing it as I focus intently on every measure it travels
through time and back, tantalizing and enticing me to move
forward.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem