be that land so far so lost,
where freedom first touched these lips.
where the taint of love
scorched heart and soul,
where the path met by howl and want.
where the song found words,
and the night named stars,
where moonlight be the holy drink.
where the rebel rose courted moss and stone,
where the fire was lit by true bent hope.
where the wind undressed,
and the mountains wept,
and the sea called me home.
where the light was forged from human sweat,
as angels danced barefoot by night.
where the promise of dawn be more than enough,
and the spirit walked through walls!
be that land my home my heart's desire,
wherever these feet may roam!
A fantastic poem, In my younger days I could be gone for weeks when I went on one of my little roams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful read! Surprisingly we never pay attention while roaming around, stay put and we just might be on that place. Just a thought!