Cherub faces
born knowing
a secret lost
amid childhood growing,
a program disabled
replaced by convention
lost knowledge of Ancients
entombed and fabled.
Will the secret return
like a dazzling jewel
when the sure hand of time
withers bodies, so cruel.
In our twilight world
between life and death
will the 'knowing' reappear
as we draw our last breath.
The lost innocence, renew by impending death, now wouldn't that be nice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautifully written and intriguing poem which I have returned to and read several times now. I enjoyed your perceptions, 'Born Knowing' is a topic and theme I have also touched on in a few differing ways.
I wrote the poem 'Born Knowing Quiver Mind Arrow Flights', inspired by the poem 'Born Knowing', by the poet Barbara Nixon and dedicated to the poet Barbara Nixon.