Selecting voices of interior thought, choosing all that have perfect pitch, sounding perfectly adjacent to whatever I write in solemn poems.
Rhythms soothing my soul, giving me positive reactions to all that I think on my own.
Relating many images to life from yesterday, giving them form now to walk into tomorrow, taking me on walks alongside shores of future horizons.
Partaking of enjoyable solutions, tapping melodies into every aspect of evening bliss, held onto by possessive behavior, hiding deeply inside, hugging me closely, taking me to outskirts of heaven and allowing me to touch gardens of eden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem