Maybe it'll never come
And maybe the want of it
Will never go.
Perhaps it will always just be
Out there...
There and there and there.
Could be forever in wild wonder
-Open mouthed-
Too awed to change
I'll just stare at it from afar
At a wide-vision distance
Seeing it all - the whole thing
Spread out in incredible, unspeakable beauty
Like the very first sunrise upon the new Earth
Maybe the best I can ever do
The most I can ever hope for
Is just to see it,
and to slightly, yet deeply feel it
The way a tender, warm breeze caresses.
Goose bumps on the skin, and in the heart
Prove tis real.
Perhaps -for now- that is indeed
Enough.
A near mystical viewing of nature and life on this good earth.It made me do a little thinking. A thought indspiring write. It is hard to know what we are searching for
We are always looking for something, hoping and wishing. Well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps, indeed, the most we can ever hope for. Such an interesting thought, indeed, needs to be writen. Great job. Constance