Waiting for a day that will never arrive,
Living a dream - keeping alive.
'Time' is so perfect, somewhere in space.
There you are, I can see your face.
I live in a place that's just a dream,
Abiding in two places as it would seem.
Which one is real, where am I heading?
Choices to make with no regretting.
Chasing a dream within my skull.
Jousting of two worlds - one must fall!
Falling from this world, where would I land,
Within His grace or struggling quicksand?
Grace is there and free to all,
But who among us hears His call?
The dream is real, at heavens gate,
The illusion is life - believing what ain't.
Yes, I abide in this world of not,
Searching out mystries - Which (now) you'v got.
Sweetie, don't give up on dear old dad,
My heart keeps breaking, each day - so sad.
Wonderful work with a strong message. 'Falling from this world where would I land/Within his Grace or struggling quicksand? ' - beautiful image of an inner battle. And the rhyme was great, not tacky at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your poetry and the way it is written really speaks in more ways than one. Beautiful.