One day it will seem as though all these moments
Were bits of dreams;
Dreams that I would rather forget. To look back
Without that regret: without sadness
I'll get better, and the road ahead will flow
Lke a river, a tranquil river that flows
Smoothly from shore to shore;
And my destiny, like a barge
Would sail, under the sea, the sky, the sun.
So often I those feelings would envelope me.
I would wander from land to land.
Foreign seas and mountains would speak to me.
Poetic fantasy or was it really so?
Then I would walk in the rain, numb with chill;
The kind of cold that even a fire could not warm.
To keep me from that terrible approaching harm.
Some tears would fall, it does not matter much.
Life has these moments, ah, many such.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i just wrote these comments on another poem...getting two in a row where you can post the same comment has hardly if ever happened to me.... A beautiful write.....only a person suffering a long and arduous chronic illness can write stuff like this one who KNOWS......GOD be with you.... blessings sat