Tempting rhythms giving desires a run for their money,
a lasting feeling of effervescent vibrations taking me
away into the future.
Flying away with the morning sun, painting landscapes
through innate nature and showing them upon inner photo-
graphic screens.
Naked truth filling the stage within iridescent flavors
of pine-scented aromas as my mind traipses backwards into
memories of yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem