The hour glass of time
returns bits of me to the sea;
and it's these shattered fragments
that seem to whisper back to me.
'Who can know what is true,
or what is reality;
could be, LIFE is the illusion
and this, a distorted reverie.
I've pondered it all for sure
life must be something more;
serve some another purpose
perhaps on other shores.
Beyond our clouds of doubt and fear
maybe life is actually a mirror;
sparkling glass by some beautiful sea,
a reflection of light in eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem of wonder, curiosity and reflections of what life might be. As you say so brilliantly: 'Who can know what is true, or what is reality...'. Profound and meaningful poetical interlude, I definitely love it! Great poem, give it 10 - 10's! Thank you for sharing it, RoseAnn