Delved underneath old church, see simple crypt
Exists which fosters deep poetic drive,
Carved through rock tunnel, length: long putter’s drive.
Rebounding echoes mirror manuscript
Years, tears, dissolving, melt Time’s mask tight-lipped,
Portraying Janus. Words flow from hallowed hive
Transmuting dusty thoughts to honey, strive
Eagerly to seed emotions. Clipped,
Decrypted links, thrice sifted, surface. Whipped
Pegasus is stubborn, cannot thrive,
Only through empathy may leap alive,
Energies unbridled, harness slipped.
Magic music, timeless melody,
Sends messages to set soul, spirit free.
Delved 'neath abandoned church still simple crypt
Extends which keeps poetic flames alight,
Carved tunnel-like, its length six times its height.
Rebounding echoes binding rhyming script
Years onwards, melt Time’s mask, its smile, tight-lipped,
Portraying Janus. Honeyed words take flight,
Turn dusty pollen thoughts to life, incite
Emotions, creative insights, quite dipped
Deep in tradition’s springs, yet still equipped
Poetic light to stimulate, delight
Our senses, shielding from both day and night.
Externals fade, helping us decrypt
Music-message which Eternity
Sees and seizes in sad wor[l]d at sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem