Eons sleep within her
And seasons have left her virgin.
I am holding a pebble
And I am reading my own past.
Timeless dreams sleep within her
And whispers are distinctly heard.
In her heart to the core
I am feeling the winds of yore.
A cave man stands before me
And a giant lizard leaps at me!
I am reopening a tale
And a civilization resurrects before me.
I am seeing a distant dale,
I am listening to a distant stream.
And in the cradle of timeless snow
I am swept to unknown shores.
In the vastness of depthless heights
She was in the arms of clouds.
Now, from the meads of that silence
She is throwing a timeless picture unto me.
a good poem...the last two stanzas are well constructed...mystic imaginative...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘…She is throwing a timeless picture unto me’ Wow! Amazing finish …carried forward into the beyond’s beyond… Thanks Sir 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK