Where is My lady?
I want to look at her face
And know she’s alright.
Life gets serious;
Some contexts won’t be better,
But many will do
Eventually–
Though chiliads of years chase
For hopes real and bright.
It’s mysterious
To a baffling onlooker
The spans we’ve gone through
As paradoxes
Continue even past time
To keep interest
In discovering
What we could learn and attain
‘Til eternity
Shows us the success
Of continuing our climb
For the constant quest
Of understanding
Each other, lest love turns feign.
Yet do not worry
I am almost there
You know why I had to leave:
I prepared the way.
We need to be sure
That all I made you believe
Shall betide one day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem