Wandering at the river bank,
Like lost sheep in the vigil of the night,
Looking for way home,
While hoping the shepherd will come to its rescue,
Take it home home a place of safety,
To rest and get ready for next grazing,
But afraid of what the night might do;
So I remember being stranded,
Watching the river flowing copiously,
Down green valley to cool sea,
While looking for path to other side,
To resurrect my existence,
But afraid of what the river might do
Waiting impatiently with fraction of hope
That angel of mercy will come to my rescue
Hold me tightly to the valley across,
While watching streams of water
Flowing peacefully without fear of failure
Always going in vigorous spirit
Making me believe my sweet dreams,
That when time comes I will be there
For this river gives me strength to keep hoping
It is passage that provide path to other side
It is for real, and I will find my pure existence
It is destined to flow, and
I will acknowledge my destiny
Knowing that at this river bank,
It is where I will begin my new journey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, Lekau. Full of metaphor and meaning. Thanks for sharing. Peace
Long time for me, but thank you for commenting