the passages of daydreams carry me
to places long forgot in memory
the sleepy southern shade of summertime
the happy peace of childhood's paradigm
there I will roam again in steaming woods
relieved of all the world of musts and shoulds
to skip a stone across a silver pond
where I did swear a promise and a bond
the woodland nymph I will again beseech
as love must always dwell beneath her beech
for there is carved the essence of my pledge
still hidden just beyond the meadow's edge
a heart and just one name I yet recall
live on until the day when trees must fall
and there with time my heart always remains
till stars fall from the sky like winter rains
Beautifully written. Vivid and evocative imagery. Our dreams become memories with the passage of time and the pleasure and pain of love and loss visit us in solitude. Great.
That is beautiful. I could see the stone skimming the water the trees etc. I like a poem that makes me feel something, thanks for sharing. Annette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great masterpiece of poetical hymn to the most vivid experiences a human can live and feel as his essence of existence.//I'll try to see if it can sound in my language[and words] as great too.Kudos dear Barry.
Thank you again Dimitrios for the praise and encouragement.