A dream leavened stray
Into the deepest craving
Of a lonely outcast
Left in the margin
Of forgotten wisdom
Founded in an ancient
Feeling
Left in the desert
At the bottom of the well of all our hopes
Lifted by an innocent child
Held in the wonder of a dawn sculptured vision
Innocent and pure
As the yearning
Of a heart
Defiant in the wish
For a better tomorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one Phil
All the blessings of the moment to you Lee Ann