a mirage in my waking dream,
beneath the sun, a thirsty vagrant,
devouring an offered realm
a wisp of joy of a long-felt want.
malleable as a childlike's mind,
dancing with the tune of nature's band.
Oh! how I wish this dream expands
to touch the tip of somone's hand
clinched-thought when truth sinks in,
could be untruth unraveling.
king of my world, I've refused to defend.
chaos! when he's dead they say
syllabus of teaching in disarray
my feet stood upon a miry ground
a strand of thread, I can't hold on
good and evil in coexistense?
endless woe, a judgement in rem.
sometimes your way of writing is like a baby tiptoeing on a rope... very careful.. and so what turns out is a beautiful write... i envy your skill.
wow! ammmmmazing imagery! Love and pain entwined! 10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
for me (the last nine lines) is sitting in a dim corner staring out at an open door (which is the first eight lines) ... a fine balance.