Writing into this night, recalling moments of sacred memories,
precious and dear as they rest lightly against this mind, in-
tellect holding them carefully on photographic screens within.
Nothing to startle or tear them away interiorly, just lying in
wait for times when mind and intellect take time in measures
of music where everything settles into a peaceful atmosphere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem