Should 2017 be ours to trade for a day
The words on the tip of my tongue
Are the passwords to the portal
Where resides the Immortal
Only He who can lead me
To the edge of a stream
Where the deer drinks
Never thirst again
Filling me to
The brim
Like
A
Waking
Dream, joy
Evermore, adore
Lead me by pillar of
Light, and shelter me by
A cloud, kinship with strangers
I'm home where sent on a mission
World is a stage with roles to play
Sans gamification, realities make us stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Doris, such an interesting new year poem👍👍👍
I'm glad you've been reading my poems and perhaps wondering at the duality of my nature. So many things have happened to me that made me realize how I've been depriving myself of realizations. :)