Fought hard, still missed the mark
Yet synchronicity has aligned
Our purpose, looking at the
Distant unseen things
With night vision
Not double
Illusion
But
Solid
Foundation
Body heat showing
Where we walked, talked
Maps marking where hearts
Bled the most, forfeits flowing red
Yet tread where angels feared, unafraid
Sorry Doris, I do not like your formatting. Hard to read. The last line is a cliche. Cliches are not for poems where we expect poetic amplitude.
Sorry about the glitch which usually happens when I use my tablet. About the cliche, I really want to use angesl feared to highlight the fact that this person will go where no one else will. Well, can you think of another metaphor. Never scold a poet, Robert, it's his right to say as he please.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Doris, such an inspiring poem.....10+++++
Thank you, Bro. Bernard, it's a way of life, missing the mark and yet, struggling on. :)