Sitting here in anticipation of what to write,
thoughts seem to be filtering in my mind tonight.
Once words are coordinated different meaning to
be found, of the words that I am to document tonight.
Describing the words that I choose, there all the time,
as the poetry in my head is found, to rhyme, gives me a handle
as what to be said and write,
of the words, I had in mind tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem