reality and fantasy
mixing with infinity
gently pour into a quiet dream
a simple stream the dawning hour
welcomes now the sunlight's power
as if there is a final secret scheme
a child is standing where I stood
surveying everything he should
perhaps to see through time my hiding place
I wish to help him to be strong
but I know he will get along
but now he cannot know the fate I face
is this a wall or heaven's gate
I guess that I may have to wait
but I see clearly now where I must go
there is just one more bridge to cross
until I am no longer lost
then I discover all I wish to know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite lovely, Barry. And even though one of this poem's topics is death, quite comforting. This ranks right up there with some of your best! A 10, my friend.
Thank you so much. It did turn out well didn't it.