Thinking along lines and measures of life and its rhythms,
keeping everyone focused and enjoying the tempos as they
awaken intellect and carry it into lands of an imaginational
reality while living in the present.
Loving how intellect entertains this mind with so many splendid
overtures and rhapsodies, giving renditions of symphonies and
taking this being into various interior spheres.
There it all opens fully, thinking outside the box in moments
of time, holding hope closely, not ever wanting to let it go,
for it's what keeps freedom roaming within throughout the years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem