Riding into the darkness of yesterday, galloping down trails
and into forests where my heart belongs solely alone.
Being left in throes of incessant rhythms, cooperating and
being taken into realms of genius.
A societal beauty that never ends, it keeps galloping into
the night, never tiring.
Always being filled with an intense and vibrant energy, full
throttle, riding like crazy into rhythms.
Letting go, finding freedom that will never be tamed, always remaining wild, my soul ever moving throughout the world.
Spirit filled, letting my soul realize expectations that
only God can give and supply.
Kissed by the nurturing peace of nature, fully gaining the
impetuous to carry on through life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem