Taking notice of heartbeats, hitting chords of an inner
piano, playing many rhythms, normal or irregular.
Taking off into waves of another dimension where I can
live wholly in the beauty of another land.
Promises flowing unendingly, as I wade through waters of
siloe, taking my place among the chosen ones, being
brought into an eternity of afterlife before it's time has
come.
A wonderful honor to be fulfilled from the inside out,
never letting me down, walking into many sunsets, leading
into other dimensions through writing of it.
This mind following willingly, adjusting to new demands
it finds waiting there, allowing no faltering of hopes or
dreams along the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem