Hugged in d whim of the night
The heart lay in cold shiver
Pacing the corridors of fate
Would the mind seldom fly
Floating amongst forgotten tales
Stories of untold palpable
Lured with serenity born of night
Draining the eyes of slumber
Whilst the body wicker
Drowning in helplessness;
The air is Mundane
Blowing stillness across the face.
What Joy is joy?
If it be not bought.
Its price, Eternal
Hurled in totality of the One-
To which the heart waltz
A dance likened to god's
Echoing praises of Bliss
The dews of unsung emotion
Gently placed on the petals of fate
Tranquility turned surly
Lullaby turned dirge
Mourning feelings of old. 12.11.14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very deep poem, Jubril. Thanks for sharing