Faithful come, succumb and crumble
A shadow on a mirror on a puddle
A pungent remnant of this perfumed tune
As I sing a song to me
Fragile chords bind to ford a stream
Of failed reflection yet we dream
To seek to find and speak of a love eternal
As I sing a song to you
Here a harpies harp jars a fallen glass
Hold the line and let time pass
Hold each other and grasp a love eternal
As I sing a song to us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Faith is belief in the mysterious or the unknown and it fusions human life all throughout. The power and beauty of your poem is its poetic ingredients and superb diction, Chris.