Continuing into this afternoon, wind blowing my hair
all around as the band plays rhythms.
Wind keeping time with it's motions through measure of
music, lifting my mind into outer spheres of intellect.
There memories are kept and stored on photographic
screens to be accessed whenever needed.
Spreading pleasure through this mind, keeping up with
the rapid tempos taking me into the light of a future
eternity.
Sounds playing incessantly as the band plays right in
front of me while listening to a C.D. of Cindy Lauper
at the same time.
Poetical measures falling into poems I'm writing from
both melodies as I listen intently, hearing them both
within intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem