Shadows fly in mysterious stormy nights
then come to rest upon my brow
slowly mixing with aged thoughts of scattered dreams
brought forward—from some distant lullaby.
Alighting now—in the corner of a frown
searching for peace, a smile and maybe warm touch
to get me through—the carving of another day
to read—the ancient text, born before light
and try to understand—the where I am
bringing pleasures and release to anyone
forsaken on their own…
Moving forward on a task we must all take
to share with those in need—a happy place
we hope to face—the uncertainly of what we take
and honor those who gave us life and state of grace.
To comprehend—grasping here and there
absorbing what we can.
Inviting shadows from our restless sleep
to free us from this menagerie
To let us fall and try again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem