Time having arrived in the midst of light reflections that
are bright, illuminating depths of silver designs, riding
around a circular table.
An exciting, wonderful feeling of peace and solace, watch-
ing as it stops, waiting to be recorded in a poem, then
moving on into a darker source of life.
Attuning self as music expands and entices this mind to build
upon particles and fibers of an imaginary reality through the
imagery of poetry and music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem