Staccato thoughts now are matching beats and tempos, stepping
casually into moments of this fantastic atmosphere, never
leaving behind a single note.
Intellect moving quickly into the deepest depths of an ocean's
beauty, coming together, learning and perpetrating equations
of a wonderful and fascinating journey throughout life.
It's quest for a final ending when a sunsetical horizon finally
sets itself into an interior poem, soliloqy taking it's place
in the annals of another time and place in history, nothing to
displace or hinder it's facts of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem