as a child I dreamed of a passage
secret and hidden from view
so I sought for it on the hillsides
and I scouted the cool morning dew
it was dark and musty and scary
but I knew that I had to go on
to a door half way to the peak
that I might depend upon
the door was rusted and creaky
and resisted my childish weight
beyond it I knew there was waiting
a reward that was surely my fate
I never did locate the passage
I will search till the day that I die
perhaps it's beyond the horizon
beneath the aloof careless sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent writing, very vivid images and delightful anticipation. Great title and closing lines too.
Thanks, glad you liked it. I actually had this recurrent dream as a child and I did search for the passage but never found it. Still searching in many ways.