oh yes I will return some day
not even death can block my way
if you have never seen this place
and memories time could not erase
then you may fail to understand
the forest where it all began
born beneath the Eden trees
a child grew stronger with the breeze
a silver stream and apple trees
the moments that a boy might seize
but mostly peace within that place
that took me from the hectic pace
of school and chores and what would be
intentions of divinity
and all the storied panoply
that lay within my destiny
I will go back I promise you
to seek the path that I once knew
I'll rest in shadows of the past
where life and love and trust still last
A great too colourful testamen of our own life to last not for those we shared life with to whom it seems to be addressed but as a monument the human mind erases to the eternity of our civilization..So nostalgic and painful like a tear that is shed on a faiwell.Kudos.Barry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully captured memories. How we all wish to go back in time! Past always follows us. Oh, the nostalgic ache. A big 10.