Lifelong history's careen down paths newly made,
freshly flowered and created for imagination's
depths and caches.
Solitary voices ring out like bells in church
towers, sending messages of rhythm to all who
will listen.
Subconscious memories grow and flourish through
time, acknowledging images standing about.
Relating beats of measures to words of writing,
taking memorable journeys to far away lands in
a mind-amazing set of circumstances.
Finally alighting in pages of poetry books.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem