Realizing exact measures of rhythm as they take their turns
dancing with notes and tones, rhythms keeping up with their
tempos, waltzing to rock and roll.
Trying out new ways of doing things, allowing the words to
coalesce as they fall into measures of temptation up and
down dusty trails.
Yesterday's tomorrow's taking our souls and spirits on rides
into shadows and their beauty, dancing and going down to
depths of an interior peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem