Music turning into writing, squeezing my memory of
it's many presents, taking me to further shores of
imagination than I've ever been before.
On knees of prayer, thanking God for this immense
increase in subconscious realms of beauty.
Living lifetimes in my mind, traveling down byways
never before traveled.
Enjoying dimensions of interior space, opening up
as I walk towards them.
Accents of life, tantalizing poetry into spreading
it's wings across eternal forms of contemplation.
Racing down avenues, turning corners, becoming in
words what I am seeing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem