What do these lost days bring but words I play like keys
Emotion orchestrated like a symphony
What do I have but my thoughts and the freedom to let them free?
For to long do i let moments pass
For to long do moments pass like leaves lifted in wind
Seen but not caught
I am a man alone governed by no man by no throne
My thoughts are my scriptures
My mind my temple
I pray to nothing
But to hold again
Voices in wind
To touch sight with sight
To love with all my might
That which illuminates life
My life my light
Moments pass but this one is caught
Forever will my words possess the deepest of thought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a wonderful and entertaining poem! Well done!