who dies forever/
who sighs without reason/
not who we are- but who we are to be/
endless questions nobody answers/
the sophistry of modern humans is amazing/
laying claim to nothing but airwaves/
electrical impressions/
radar-accentuated gleanings/
our being Morse code, inevitably/
beneath objective senses perception/
attracts us to the infinite perceptible/
angel wings crossing the brain/
the ark under cover the darkness/
where none can go, but being lives/
in clouded realms of mystery/
we look for the light of being/
rejecting of the obvious/
our living breath's proclivity/
In clouded realms of mystery... ah yes; superb - as always - writing Patti.
We are all made with a sprinkling of stardust. A lovely poem Patti.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You will always amaze me. Thank you for it.