Nothingness
filled the air-
no rippling of water
where the shadows fall.
As darkness grows
narrowing
the prairie,
the sound descends
to the crevices
of the earth-
A growing silence
All-knowing earthlings
deny the intricacy
of the spirits,
A deep spring
exceeding death
Slowly the waning moon
merges with
the early sun
Sufferers levitate
from the deep
forgetting dreams.
My sleep is shallow.
Father has risen
but to die again
on the cross
tears penetrating
the transitory
darkness...
coming still
I can understand and relate to this yearninig, but you express it so very eloquantly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
splendid and philosophical poem....resisting the natural flow of common concept....thanks for the reflection...i need to surf more of the wind beneath my wings....God bless...a 10 +++