Pictures that dance leave me full of regret
an ocean of language that I'll never get
a silence that weighs down my
conscience and yet
I'd follow it to my death
Poetry grabs me and leaves me to fade
a paltry procession that
never could make me
give up my place in the
lost promenade
for making our world so plain
It pains me on end that I
cannot be saved
I've tried to pass judgment
I've tried to believe, but the
more that I witness what
should astound me
the more I am lost to the sea
The ocean has swept me away from the woods
where life and tranquility
usually stood
and now I am sitting on
black sand and shells
to watch the blue waves of hell
Patience and providence
pour me a beer
lay with me softly so
I cannot hear
the sobs of my failures the
tears down my cheeks
One word and I'll float away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eloquent and haunting poem. Don't dare you float away from poetry. You have a lot to offer a reader. Thanks for this one.