Nightmares end, after not so long, though dreams do not;
Life which I enjoyed, was this dream, still be, it ought!
The road has been difficult for me, even harsh-
Yet still on I plod, to my family I still march!
Ne'er shall I forget these times, surely not e'er;
Return to feel this way again shall I, ne'er!
Bring back to me and mine, that we love, all;
Make it so, from hence I must go, you must hear my call!
Lovely there, lonely here; Still do you have this fear?
Protect thee shall I, from threat of such returning, near!
Here for thee, always I shall be-hopeful am I for you to see
That I am he, who would part the seas-your best friend, me!
Here I stand, for your judgment and perusal;
I giveth your heart the right of first refusal!
19 December 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The title drew me closer to this poem. Almost a 'classical' approach to style and depictions. Upon reading this several times, it is very nice. And written lyrically. I'm saying...I dig the poem.