When loneliness reigns over a sea of blue,
and the flow of red wine comforts you.
When the fire of your sharp tongue breathes
cruel words, and apologies are never heard.
When the willow trees whisper your name in
the blowing wind and you swear with laughter,
a continual sin.
When God speaks with thunder and lightning,
rough with rage and you find yourself digging
deeper holes in a rustic cage.
When no light shines at the end of the tunnel,
and darkness swirls through an endless funnel.
When friends and collegues shy away, when
your presence is near, no more your words do
they want to hear.
When the answers are there and you do not
heed, a fool is born and it's you indeed.
When you stand alone with a frown upon your
face, , a fading you, becomes your test of faith.
When those around you can no longer see, you
have become invisible, a non entity.
Alas the spirit takes you and you shiver and
shake, and the tears fall every morning you
wake, the pain leaves you, feelings come
back again, you're lifted higher and higher
from this ordinary plain. Reborn! Reborn!
starting over once again.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: August 20,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God speaks with thunder and lightning to give answers to questions about life. Very fantastic sharing definitely.10