Desires running rampant, trying to locate places to be
set into, wanting bravely to be expressed in imprints
of sandy shores.
Willing to be taken away with ocean waves, falling upon
beings of life for moments in time and then aligning
themselves with beginnings and endings of each new day
at sunrise.
Spreading wings and soaring into magnificent heights
where desires can be quenched through scents and aromas
of prose being written, just for their express wishes in
life's tunnels of devotion and self-love.
Finally corresponding only to the effects of a purposeful
energy flowing inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
rampant desires..................at age of 64, I appreciate your vigor and energy, you fear not the end, but being numb and neutral..................a lovely write dear...............may these desires be fulfilled...........