falling off the world we came to see
the underside of clouds
the breathing of leaves
stars scattering before the storms.
before the storms
we believed in the Golden Age
and did not know that we should pay our way
and that the way was paved with tears
the kingdoms sinking into the sea
merely at an unkind word
we did not know we would be herded
and not heard
and fastened onto a track and measured,
fined for looking back
at the illusory
we did not know these things
and so we lived in dreams
negligent to a fault
still owning our own souls.
mary angela douglas 29 november 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very deep poem, words both elegant and alive with reflections, well done! A well deserved 10!
Thank you for your kind and poetic comment and encouragement. It is a wonderful thing to say about any poem that it is alive with reflections, just wonderful, like a mirror. I really like that image of yours.