The sun hung high
In bold blue sky
As we danced under the dazzling light,
We had found a way
To gain the best from the day
As once more we hit the heights;
The morning rose apparelled
As the skylarks carolled
Over the wheeling gulls white,
Their soprano shrill
Surmounting earthly thrill
As once more we hit the heights;
All the jigsaw pieces
From history’s creases
Fell together to our gladdened sight,
Each moment distilled
And eternity filled
As once more we hit the heights;
Each recollection cherished
Was re-embellished
And polished ‘til clear and bright,
The bonds between us renewed
And with new hope imbued
As once more we hit the heights;
Treasures rediscovered
Buried memories uncovered
As the dust scattered in flight,
Granted another time
To set seal on our rhyme
As once more we hit the heights;
An old book re-opened
And from yellowed pages moribund
Old lessons re-learned that we might
Be fulfilled with their power
Through this sacred hour
As once more we hit the heights
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Paul. Thanks for sharing