Sometimes emotion flow as liquid of water
And mind is the lonely surfing boat
Wandering around the corner
Sometimes too wide to cover
Dream could be the wings
To fly us over the troubled water
To show, where we're supposed to go
I hold tight my faith, it does keep me going
My emotion flooding like water
As if my eyes are creeks of tears
But my sober mind is like a wooden boat
No matter how hard river splash, i am still afloat
Salvatore!
Salvatore!
To where we're supposed to go
Constellation of dreams hinting
Amplified faith waves the water to the shore
By the floating boat,
Surfing over the troubled water
Salvatore
Salvatore!
To the lighthouse
To the lighthouse!
Our home, purpose and dreams
Yes your poem is doo well penned snd dedicated to your friend. You have actually brought a good notion that we are hero of self and others too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant tribute, Soul. The waters guide us...with the ebb and flow that lifts inertia. We may not be aware of teh currents in our lives, but they are ever present. Brilliant, Soul!