In the Songbook of My Heart
The greening of my soul
Where do words survive
Where do words unfold
In the greening of my soul
The greening of my soul
In the voyage of my life
So many months apart
The waters they grow bold
The seasons they restart
On the oceans of my soul
The oceans of my soul
Tempered like a blade
Fire is so bright
Suffering is made
Stolen like the light
Of my soul
Stolen like my soul
In the parting of the waves
The sea ship sailing white
Connecting all the days
In the ocean of my life
The sails are burning bright
Sails are burning bright
I have come here for you
From the centuries of old
My life it starts anew
Each new day it grows
In the greening of my soul
The greening of my soul
From the Songbook of My Heart
I write these words to you
On the ocean of my life
Through the greening of my soul
Where my words survive
Where my words unfold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a lovely poem, so melodic!