Waves of weariness
wash over me
like sweltering shadows
shimmering summer heat
always aloft hovering
highway tar-black
rural run roads.
Dawning frustrated dreams
echo childhood journeys
with mirage miracles
repressed respiratory reviews
representing past lives
as youthful fantasy
illuminates yesterdays
and awaiting
tomorrow’s lifetimes
like recurrent aspirations.
Flickering life shot film
sliding highlighted through
personal revision projector
until perfect take
coincides
with final cut
and rapped up
loose ends
allow omniscient director
and featured actor
to move on
past hall of memories
as bright brilliant
balls spheres radiating light
ready to illuminate
other sociological spheres
of less evolved existence.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem