My voice has been lost
In a desert swirl
My dreams have been trampled
Under the hooves of distrust
But I continue to listen
To the howling winds
I continue to love
The roaring sea
I continue to admire
The setting sun
I love the warmth
Of muddy rivers
And the lingering aroma
Of the good red earth
I love the sight of a shooting star
And the mystique of Halley’s ancient comet
Messages reach me
From between rain drops and sandstorms
And blades of grass
And on the frantic flapping
Of a humming bird’s wings
In my heart is the undying yearning
And a plaintive song
That expresses everything:
To which I belong
Take me, come take me
To where - before silence -
Conceptualization of everything
In the universe was born
Take me to where the elements are wild
To the place where I am still a child
Beautifully written. It is in silence that the true poet finds his voice. Strength for the journey, my brave friend. Warmest regards, Sandra
This is an exceptional piece of writing leonard - with a beautiful balance between the emotional and the visual. Your poem flows freely and your yearning carries a feast of images on those 'frantically flapping' humming bird's wings. You sing your verse with a silver tongue. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another beautiful poem! A true philosopher and artist reside in your soul! I feel you may like my 'Sand Storm'! -Raj Nandy