Abandoned to a self-imprisoned place
Of flound'ring, drowsy, through sedated mist,
I've lived with searing memory
Of golden times that used to be.
We drank love's potion to the utmost brim,
But dancing down the corridors of years
We stumbled on Mortality,
Demanding unconditionally.
Frightened by dark spectres' unknown force
We fought with Samson-strength to keep you here,
But knew, however valiantly,
We battled unsuccessfully.
Now, ill-prepared, but thrusting through the daze
Reluctantly I loose that golden cord.
Facing love that's flown I now can see
At last another chance - - perhaps - - for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fay, top class piece of writing. There are many things to admire in your poem, especially your brilliant word selection. Ian