Formless realm of my spirit eternal
Why dost keep forever in thy palm
Such a wealth of golden rays diurnal
Robbing me of nature's richest balm?
Pale and weak, a listless wretch I must wait
Beholding not of Phoebus a wink
Confined to earth my daydreams suffocate
Closer to oblivion I sink
Alas for wings to rise above the rain
Wander heaven's hallways with the dove
Up past all reach of dreariness and pain
To bask in the pure light from above
But time's lofty haven where the heart is healed
Lies forever out of sight by mists concealed
but heal it can and be like new the other alternative would be heart stew very nice write April Lane nice name too blessings
Rich with vocabulary it is a well composed poem. Thanks for sharing.
A lovely poem with a beautiful flight of imagery. Enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.8 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful train of thought, well articulated and nicely penned in Shakespearean sonnet rhyme scheme with spiritual insight. An elusive hope of one at very low ebb of life, seeking for divine intervention is well depicted in the poem. A lovely piece indeed. Thanks for sharing April. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.