There lies eternity under a leafy bough
With twittering birds; a kind of silence
Because there aren't any words anymore.
Bribed a few moments out of destiny
Until, weary, bribes there were no more.
There is a time for everyone
To close the book and go.
The poem is over; the musicians have gone.
Eternity and I look at each other
Eye to eye.
Copyright: Rani Turton
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem