Slave of my own inner doubt and misery
I thought my dreams were all but dead and gone
Seeing the pain hope had thus far led me through
Had set a permanent twilight for my hope of a dawn
But, lately I have been wondering
If there still might be more for me yet
And all those dreams that once roamed free
Have once again my subconscious met
And all the emotions that accompanied this hope
Now rise around me like the blooming of the Spring
As I stand breathing deeply of
The aroma of excitement that it brings
Not lost on me is the less than subtle truth
That this new day breaks with your appearing
And so I hold my breath, close my eyes
And I await... Patiently... With hope and fear... Your nearing
((March 12th,2013))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem