It is not a time to weep or ponder
The sails are up to sail away
Out of sight there is only water
Still the thoughts won't wend away
Is this the ever ocean
Or is this a flote of endless dreams
Only one but not the other
Left alone in make-believe
There within the darkened feeling
In a moment felt so deep
Like being lost in smoke or salty water
Anon adrift in restless sleep
Donald R Wolff JR (05/10/2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem