night listens to know myth of mystery to sojourn
as I here sigh of breeze in trees redoubling yore
enough for me to rejoice by mellow silence at dawn
rhythm redounds entreating dream for truth to reckon.
as heart needs nothing but red to rave yet within
joy impulses to listen art of instinct to adore
neither illusive nor elusive is world as enshrined
as mist latches to carve of night to endear.
As quest redeems embracing shadow to recourse
Ocean cries weaving waves of blue hiding into horizon
Time paves path for art of creation to continue along
Alacrity by life is no more a resolution to sigh of
journey slowly melds into oblivion by dissension
mortality persists onto speckling into grey dusts
silence seems to conquer over haggles of liberty
I simply bow down to sweet home of enchantment
A powerful and provocative piece my friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good ideas and imagery in your poem, yet the words don't portray it well in this poem. Your rhythm is broken down and it seems that the words you use may have something to do with it. Something to do with how you are putting them together perhaps. Not quite sure. Your thoughts are concise, I like them. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn