The Journey To The Stars - Poem by Hnt var
A room I stood in, filled with machinery of light and doom.
There stood the screen - in all its beauty and its evil means.
The sound was that of a piano; the greatest genius, it seems.
I waved and remembered the lighted cure it brought me and my two close mind-friends;
or multiple if I may.
They were the stars I longed for; 't was the dark I wished for -
born here that brought me, but stolen from my home I long for.
Sadly but gladly I did not know and even though I knew that I knew,
I wished it to be gone and so to be departed once more.
I could portray even more the sound of my beautiful shore; my home and more
As the night of painful feelings were at an end, it became clearer to my friend.
He was as the wolf howling with the cats of inner peace;
't was his shouting they fouled at. He stood there as the master of arts,
his sword spit the fire from within.
I had the peaceful mind and the calmness of the sea,
and I polluted their freedom as a bee pollutes the flower and leaves in free.
How could it be, my friend not mad at me.
The cats; they stood there and smiled as if I were the one they waited for.
It became clear to me, it was my mind playing tricks with my mind;
it sounded crazy to me.
But it was the truth I never wanted.
It was the hope I fought for and never been granted.
Ultimately, it was my life I longed for and the paradox it brought,
for I had wanted the one and the other at my forgotten time.
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