Lights spinning in circles down roadways of imagination,
taking minds into dimensions filled with innate talent,
exercising intellect with rhythms.
Rocking and rolling into this night, taking our minds
with them, forging memories, gathering details and data
from the environment surrounding this poet.
Writing rapidly to measures of music being played into
the night air for everyone to hear and respond, clap-
ing and rocking together in rhythms of beauty.
Curiously luring them into their depths and essence with
nothing to interfere in their conscientious innate talent
as it flows constantly from within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem