Tunnels of perfection enter minds of intellect, wishing to
get in touch with divine prospects of heavenly discretion.
Tasting savory ideas as they play incessantly into a mind
through musical rhythms of instrumentation.
Looking into eyes of melodies, falling for their soft even
tempos and tones, never wanting to leave them behind.
Needing to always have it all wrapped up here within
intellect and imagination.
Secretly holding onto the mystery of a life held closely
inside this poet's mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"...falling for their soft even tempos and tones..." Splendid! I hear so much, when reading the words you string out in symphonic beauty. PEACE