All these beats pass by-
Dreams; the nights elude my sleep-
With your childish smile, calm demeanour-
Asleep- to set out; my trip-
Unvoiced –when the fold waves sweep-
With gentle stroke of the rising –heaven
Colder waves, tender their crawls & layers-
Replete with vessels-silent & alone.
O’ Muse! Find me – eternal
Bliss –sacred; Unveil my spirit
Awake for ages of her ageless ink
Gifted before sleep; tomorrows reflect!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. Well written.