the singing in the living, listening heart
tells love in whispers; and the heart is always
listening; for that heart is always bliss; all
hearts in all ways, blest by ceaseless love;
the blaze of bliss in life is our soul’s singing;
this peace, our life as winging gift that’s blest;
its light brings love, sings peace, and brims the heart.
(An experiment in assonance without rhyme: the assonances are in a staggered sequence through the lines)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enhances the musicality throughout, bring both vowels and consonants to life, with an overall softening effect. Major success Michael. Loved it. I try to weave this stuff in here and there- not that you'd notice most of the time - but have rarely come across such a sustained and high quality example - and you manage to keep the content controlled and discernible. Excellent. jim