Rocking needlessly into beds of garden beauty,
taking in it's rainbow colors with scented
visions of tomorrow.
Enveloping me in grand scales of musical talent,
taking me on a journey of future horizons not
yet attained.
Watching images turn and swing into mind-splaying
encounters, to be herded into corrals for safe-
keeping until the morrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem