If I could take flight in my burrow
And be free.
If I could see the smiling Day
To sweet Reverie.
If I could be blanketed by Fog
And be still.
If I could reunite with Conscience
My tears would fill.
If I could be silent, forevermore
In my reserve.
If I could hum, quiet and content-
The nerve!
If I could abandon the pressure of company
And be buried.
If I could keep Faith close
And never scurry.
If I could just be clothed by Righteousness
And strip from Sin.
If I could be born again
And avoid Patience growing thin.
If I could be locked away
And never socialize.
If I could speak through Paper
As a compromise.
If I could but live alone
In Solitude's calming arms.
If I could be undisturbed-
To live without Alarm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great write, purity. your words bear your thoughts nicely.