We don't die very often
on this time of the night,
for as our spirits share
the frontline with the dames
of the clouds, do our memories
sail in a ship wreck of joy
for how much is the butterflies
in our youth or the candlelights
in our grunion age to startle the
fireflies in the skies
when the meadows in our eyes
from the uprising of the sun
sparkle the tinkles on the sands,
do we sage our backs to a rest
We don't die very often
on this time of the night
for its a long street into
nothingness on this side
of our lives
as moments refined in tears
backs broken by years
its our reflective silence
that surjourns into the rest
and as we gather and decant
into the day, do we learn,
to be alive might be a
chance to be alright
and sail into peace
of no regrets
We don't die very often
on this time of the night,
for something beautiful
always is our keep for
the flight, a little smile
in our hearts for the mile
Drk Poet ~}
We may die many times but our souls always live on. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write. Nice concept.