The sun tears through the heavens and
awakens me to a life beyond living.
My slumber opens the door to dreams
whilst I am concious.
I look through the mirror of the world
and peer down at unknown conversations.
The melody of belief is chiming with
the narrative.
I watch on whilst modesty is thawing
through reality.
Until...
The epi-drama of decisions form the
blueprint of new beginnings.
I enjoyed this poem very much. I like the way that you have used the senses to create visual, auditory and kinaesthetic imagery.
Maybe hope is belief that there is always a second chance for new beginnings. After an awakening perhaps? Good poem, made me think
Beautiful imagery, I see why this is one of yur favourites. Keep sharing :)
A very fine end to very good poem. Reminds me to some extent of Paul Valery, one of my favourite poets. Think I'll put you on my Poets' list. Tom Billsborough
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is an echo of cosmic understanding i can relate :)