Jouncing along tree-lined streets, happy as a lark, finding
melodies taking mind and intellect down tunnels and passages
of time.
Returning time and again to the past where memories last
throughout life, wonder and beauty captivating this mind,
intellect aware and alert.
Traveling on inner journeys and adventures on a daily basis,
prolonging life in a way through passages of time, losing
track of everything but music and poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem