the far side of the bayou
beneath the cypress tree
where destiny is watching
something waits for me
it could be love or death
a land of feathered green
in shadows left behind
or just a ghostly dream
deep in the cypress dome
are secrets never known
and buried in the garden
where mysteries are grown
dark rain is gently falling
dark water everywhere
no matter what awaits
I yet will raise my prayer
the far side of the bayou
something waits for me
it could be love or death
that comes to set me free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem