Sometimes, I wonder, why am I here
to resolve the arduous tirades I hear
from the hard pages of hisTory
as lifeline of mystory hardens
on the confined claimants of winter fog
At one point, earth whispers on my ears
there no place on this universe
to go and hide from the long end
corridors of threatening adherents
To hold on one sea in its edge not easy
nor to stop the seasonal minds
Springs from the mountains not stop
nor the murmering branches of silence
Somewhere in between life holds back
heartbeats to measure out untold words
beyond the sunstained leaves of a green forest
Perhaps from the flames of one shrine
of dawn, day's petals flower up to sing
a harmony of songs
Between shadows and light, pigeons fly
towards infinite sky in search of a word of peace
from the passing rain clouds...
Jan 7,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed reading your poem...its the right message in these troubled times.