Incessantly carrying melodies down pathways and trails
of beauty all gathered in deserts, arid and hot, hold-
ing onto wonder as sun shines down upon the rocks.
Walking and looking out over the horizon, picturing re-
flections of many yesterdays, wanting to be returned
and kept safely on recorded screens.
An interior photographic screen being held up just for
you my love, taking pictures while watching you dance
and having fun tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem