You can let go now
No more suffering or hate
No more fevered brow
Cast off your weight
You do not have to be strong
And silent in your pain
There is no right from wrong
Though the world seems insane
Let your spirit ride
On the endless blue
Where the gulls glide
calling you higher too
Over silent streets
to the infinite sky
Where your heart no longer beats
And the air makes you high
Now your soul is the wind
It takes me nearer to you
I'm dazzled and blind
By that glorious blue
And the gulls glide onward
Chasing their own song
Sailing heavenward
Calling the throng
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Robert Alexander Merrett. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Thank you Jazib... I will check it out