when the days of your promise
become your unclaimed bounty
you might feel
some sort of loss
for things you never had
when you have some sort of empathy
for the gifted
as well as the downtrodden
you might feel some sort of solace
when you come to the point
where solitude becomes
neither goal
or phantom-beast
you might sit here
embracing decadence
facing greed
neither revolted
nor attracted
you may be able to see the wonder
that one sees in the stars
in the faces of the common
and outstanding
knowing this is all yours
to do with as you will
as you please
and you may want to do
as i am
sharing with whomever
may pass by
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Natz this is gorgeous, The title is intriguing and the babbled actually gives the verse a background melody all of it's own, just like a babbling brook, it runs along at a glorious pace. I loved especially the verse, when you come to the point where solitude becomes neither goal or phantom-beast A longed for moment in everyone life I suspect! And the last lines were perfect. So glad you did choose to share it. Smiling at you, Tai