Scenery taking in deeply, deserts of tomorrow where
imagination loves to be played in.
Being given plenty to see and write into poetry, at
liberty interiorly, to roam wherever is pleasing.
Taking advantage of the freedom, following heart's
desires and enjoying every moment given in explicit
intellectual pursuits.
Taking all visions, separating them into particles
that can be used over and over through the years,
always being able to contain them through blending
of abstractions and cognitive thoughts.
Landing always upright on sands of deserts and their
mountains, loving the arid and lonely spaces filling
being, walking through habitats of all sorts of
desert animals.
Living in the most beautiful visions, watching images
as they hold closely to a soul, now belonging solely
to intellect, property of it's imagination forever
in the world of literature.
A burning desire being kept afloat forever in the
ocean and on shores of living entities of imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem