Looking ahead, waiting for an imaginational reality to bring
forth its secrets that have been hidden far too long in an
old abandoned love shack.
Drifting in and out of the safety of an unblemished face of
rhythm, unblocking the energy of another moment while the
band continuing to play rapidly.
Telling individual stories of people that used to be famous
when once alive, now all that's left are the memories of re-
minders that have been left in our aging minds.
Imparting facets and facts of people's lives that have already
been lived in this temporary world, now just part of a loved
ones mind and treasures, never to be lived again in this life.
Nothing to interfere with what was felt in hearts and souls of
the past, moments no more to be lived, retracing what used to
be a reality of being, remembered now only in the past of what
used to be, but has now gone into the beyond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An awesomely written delightful poem. Simply splendid...10+