Words. These words. Are left
as indelible scribed statements.
Made manifest. Set as firmly
as irregularly poured cast
blocks of sculptured concrete.
The spaces the silences
between
give more meaning.
Record
is signature
upon face of eternity.
Hidden smile
is modern day sphinx
with paws
lazily laying bathed
in golden grains.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Refusing to face god inside you is for darkness inside you.