Nightmares turning into daydreams, lying open
and enticing, beckoning intellect to pick them
up in writing.
Satisfied that they are figments of imagination
sitting on edges of reality, hoping to blend
and integrate their essence within concepts.
Based in the absence of wisdom, establishing
them profoundly and sublimely into rhythms of
interior music being played.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem