Remembering past images that are now waiting for me on the other side.
Watching me fold under the pressures of today and knowing I look forward to being with them very soon.
Nothing to stand in the way of a darkened mood, filled with thoughts, ideas, a plan to entice it's coming sooner.
Ending pictures already forming in my mind, using imagination's fantasies to incorporate them with musical actions and rhythm to move forward.
Relaxing in a passive mood, choosing the right moment to disappear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem