The damp shaky Fall sends the teardrops,
To flow from the weather beaten eyes,
Looking for my own rainbow in the clouds,
Holds destiny of fresh untangled dreams.
In a dream; I was about to go to heaven,
Only to find the rainbow had long departed,
Leaving empty showers over the barren land,
And the heart leaks out issues not yet started.
But here I stand, if I look long at the pale moon,
Hope will cast a starry crown in the meek sky,
And the friendly glow covers my life of gloom,
Touches sorrows which paint the slumbering eye.
Darkness in the way blocks the screen of vision,
Light in the morning drives death in the night,
My heart's desire is to flee from among the living,
And be at rest in that new heavenly light.
And the entire world will turn to face the wind,
When my bones sitting alone turn into dusty ashes,
And the towns I had been around cannot find,
The flesh locked in the cage of invisible shapes.
Ghost with sins cannot dream when life is over,
My heart's desire every time I am tempted,
Is to cast pride way into the tempters driven fire,
No worlds could relieve the guilt presented.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.