Time being kept in measures of calculated rhythms,
beating to the ticking of many metronomes.
Existing in minds of overtures being played for
perceptions they can give to compose themselves.
Always in direct correlation to designs creating
themselves in sentences belonging to spirits of
the night.
Entrancing us with their exquisite illumination
of all that is beneficial in our lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem