Drawn in of gold
our bounds feel something gold
See; if he mines his life
His past looks faceless but faithful
Convinced I was beyond to be excused
I stored my past to be of perminence but not permisible
The gold that was sought in defiance
was far beyond the clarity of
a recovery at hand
It is simple however difficult
to change a man whose character
had already been set in stone
when young there was deliverence
from these tangencies
The inattainable was something sought in God
but was defined by the capasity to recive
Odd as it was to be the breaking of bonds
even if by chance there in the stretch
plastered the greatest of miricles
That if not gratitude here
then there wasnt anyway to make it to where
we thought it should lie.
But hope is frail to begin with
and fertile by the chance of continuance
that if what was given with density
had the capasity to gain clarity
So to be in the eyes of God
I felt time and again had I passed on
to reflect this point across
nothing was true but God and time
that what was sought in the day
would stir faith of an eye lost by the night
The thoughts of my second to none
chances are given not with haste
but at a chance to maintain myself
and what came before faith
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem