Whispers
Somewhere in the recess of my mind
Is a place I know I've been before
And will be again
In unconsciousness of night
On the edge of early morning
I surrender without warning
To delight
By the ticking of the clock
And the candle light devoured
Making peace with slumber's hour
I take flight
Yearning, learning, life is turning
The shape of an idea, discerning
Serpentine
Cast myself from break of day
Chanced upon this secret bower
A greater part of me in flower
Slips away
And with every step I falter
Another part of me is altered
And the cliffs applaud my
Tumble from on high
Yearning, learning, life is turning
The shape of an idea, discerning
Serpentine
Serpentine
It's every other place
It's every other time
Every word that rhymes
Everything sublime
Yearning, learning, life is turning
The shape of an idea, discerning
Serpentine
It's all a state of mind really
An oasis
Lit within the candle of your being
Oh, don't you wake me from
My slumber sleep
Don't you break me from
The hour of my being
Don't you realize
We're all just fast a-sleeping
Whispers
Somewhere in the recess of my mind
Is a place I know I've been before
And will be again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really lovely Steven, shows great talent. Well done.