Life's Call Poem by Walter W. Safar
Life's Call
My mother caressed me in my craddle,
Fed me on her body's milk,
Protected me from the heat with the shadow of her face,
Weaving the rays of life's magic like an angel
To help the young soul get used to that sweet magic.
My mother used to sing:
„Dear child, you shall leave your arbour early,
To adorn the world like a bird"
While my mother moistened my face with tears,
I saw the sun rising,
And a white angel peeking
From behind a white cloud.
Fate had put its noose on,
Dragged my mother up above among the angels -
As if light escaped me -
And pushed me onto the path of dreams.
Dreams then left many a sprout behind
For the rebellious spirit to visit many a land -
Everybody dreams in misery,
And they like to pay off life
In sweet hopes.
Fate took me out of my craddle early,
I am young, but old in misery.
There would be no sorrow
If no one grew old before me.
There is youth around me,
But I am old like the grains of sand
On the shores of the Black Sea.
I am old in misery, but my rebellious spirit is young,
Faster than many of those who are young in abundance,
Because the path of dreams acknowledges the fastest only.
Here, dreams give birth to hope, ripe fruit,
Red and delicious to a young and hungry soul.
Here, freedom is nesting,
Building a home for a rebellious spirit.
I am young, but old in misery,
Motherless and fatherless, a sister merely a dream,
And now I'm singing to my youth:
„I am lighting a glow on the path of dreams -
Not like a mighty night guard,
But like a humble playful firefly -
To cast light on many a path.
Young dreamer, follow this traveller's song
To your home -
Where love is a welcome guest
To give its life and warmth to everyone."
Dear child, you shall leave your arbour early, To adorn the world like a bird" While my mother moistened my face with tears, I saw the sun rising, ....i am lighting a glow on my paths of dreams.. again and again your poetic soul sings beautiful songs dear poet. tony
o wide hand it's a big cell from the one cell it begets crore cells it's a love it's life travels port to port route to route father to mother husband to wife soul to soul as living cosmic gene.........../// beautiful poem
Fate had put its noose on, Dragged my mother up above among the angels - As if light escaped me - And pushed me onto the path of dreams. Beautiful writings on a life after death. tony
" I am young, but old in misery, Motherless and fatherless, a sister merely a dream, And now I'm singing to my youth: " You are fantastic....
A refined poetic imagination, Walter W. Safar. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
The mind and the body are always traveling in different routes but a thin line of compromise, the obedience is mature and old and rebellion is young and foolish, this is like a vision/dream from young to old or the opposite, great poetry thanks for sharing WW. Safar.
I am young, but old in misery, Motherless and fatherless, a sister merely a dream, And now I'm singing to my youth: „I am lighting a glow on the path of dreams - Not like a mighty night guard, But like a humble playful firefly - To cast light on many a path. Young dreamer, follow this traveller's song To your home - Where love is a welcome guest To give its life and warmth to everyone... ....it wins my heart.....
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This is similar to my poem MOMS SMILES Did u read it as yet Kindly ur a loverly poetry WWS