in woods upon a moonless night
I lose myself
and just before the dark sets in
there is a hush
then memory holds me listening
to nothingness
the day has put itself to sleep
beneath a dream
the darkness traps me once again
walled in and mute
now I must slow my pace and feel
my way to home
I reach to use my hands for eyes
and stumble on
but when I find the garden gate
I see a light
and wonder was this just a dream
beyond my sight
I see the clouds go streaming by
I see the stars
I see the earth beneath my feet
a darkened sky
this is a place where I once dreamed
before the dawn
it is the place I go again
withdreams forgone
Entire things must be having something to do with love.Woods, dark, hush, nothingness, trap, muteness, . as if someone is asking to be absolutely lonesome and still more lonesome.All sensory inputs are being taken away.CAnnot see, cannot hear, cannot talk, So please try to recollect everything..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life seen poetically, that is as from the point of eternity.A great perception, Barry.