making wishes on rainy skies
secretly wishing for shooting stars
as heavens angels fall
for a Second the fire filled sky illuminated
but on the wake of reality
the birth of absolute peril
as I inhale the scent of pain.....my soul lets go
my spirit stays strong
on the red moon the reflection of solitude
on a trail of shattered stars and a million fireflies
I chase a dream to the asunder of reality
to the limits of reason
behind a crooked smile
the promise of redemption
across a sea of doubt beyond the bosom of spite
the tree of time bearing fruits of promise
with no one to tell the good and bad
with just the one choice I take a chance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem