Death seemed my servant upon the road,
Where every footstep echoed casually,
And no waylay would come unto my heart-
No frozen peaks of truth,
To pierce the seemly endless horizon of destiny,
An eternal scale, so it seemed to be,
Till your silhouette screamed SILENCE-
And cast me into the shadows,
Of your gift.
Nice! I like the flow of this. The title is a 'knock out'.
This journey is described so well that I heard the footsteps walking up the slopes of destiny. Very thoughtful poem. For every poet, their words create a scene, because every poet knows their life is but a dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At the beginning life's road seems like a long journey but when you start looking back after stumbling over many road blocks you realize the value of life's lessons...keep on truckin......a ten from me! ! ! ! ! I gave you my answer to your forum question...