Between the first and last tear on my mother's cheeks
I travelled half the world,
Like the wind following the call of distant solitudes,
I stagger down the road of dreams drunkenly,
Not from the scent of nymphs,
But from passionate dreams.
Oh Lord, give me strength enough to catch up on just another dream.
While the purple shadows dressed in the bloody cloth of sunset
Follow me closer than my own shadow to mother's last tear -
Which now glitters on her dead cheeks
Like a pearly drop of rain on angel's palm,
I treat myself to a prayer from unreachable heavenly heights -
Yes, this is a stray's question of honor,
Because if the wind carries the echoes
Of the saddest and quietest prayer to the grave,
Why wouldn't a dreamer find a fellow sufferer and traveller in a prayer;
Between the first and last tear on my father's cheeks,
I travelled the other half of the world.
My dreams, though older now, never changed
(and happy people claim that dreams cannot age and die - oh, what a mistake)
My dreams, unswervingly, like the wind - the old stray -
Knock on mankind's doors,
To fraternize with the greatest army of dreamers for better or worse.
(Wise men say that it was the stars who created the greatest army of dreamers,
Because when you follow the turquoise glitter of stars,
You must leave a trace in someone's heart.)
When they say that home is where you're happiest,
Know that the dreamers' home is the human heart,
And wanderers know best what it's like to be without a homeland,
Because when solitude opens the doors all your life,
You can only find company in dreams;
Between the first and last tear on my mother's cheeks,
The face of day changed many a black judicial robe.
Between the first and last tear on my father's cheeks,
Only dreams remained the same.
Oh, Lord, give me strength enough
To have my weary face fondled by the soft hand,
Like the yellow leaf by the breeze,
For the bowed shadow to get a companion on the road of dreams,
For two lovers to fly off to the higher realms in an embrace,
Where eternal and incorruptible love rules.
Beautiful...the opening is just carefully crafted, it has a great feeling...thanks dear
Between the first and last tear on my mother's cheeks I travelled half the world, Like the wind following the call of distant solitudes, I stagger down the road of dreams drunkenly, - - - - - - - - - - - A magnificent write- - - -A dreamer's feeling so nicely expressed.
Another fine poem. I find myself very much in touch with the rhythm of your verse and the rhythm of your thoughts. The yellow leaf on the breeze is a particularly beautiful image but it is also your handling of cadence I find so pleasing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When they say that home is where you're happiest, Know that the dreamers' home is the human heart, God Almighty too seeks the human heart. Good crafting. Well done :)