PER ASPERA AD ASTRA
(A rough road to the stars)
Edward Iacona
I sit here in my bedroom
That now passes for my den.
To write a poem for the one I love
The words flow to my pen.
Comparing our love to things celestial
A cliché one uses now and then.
The visa process is time consuming
And when it's approved I'll shout 'AMEN! '
I'll share my joy with all I know and
Perhaps both FOX and CNN.
We both know to where she's coming
But, we are not just sure when.
For now I merely gaze at the stars
Which are seen within my ken.
And to ponder their possibilities
Just as have many mortal men.
Yet, I know my loving destiny.
It's my personal moment of Zen.
For I have held heaven in my arms
And I know that she shall be there again.
FOR ALLA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem