slowly I moved
to and fro to and fro
then faster and faster
then saw I a golden opportunity
beside it layed an inevitable ironic decay
the lake upon which I lay danced
as it gave me a joyful heart
but the lake beside which I lay danced and gave me a jumpy heart
the waters from the lake beside which I lay said to me
'no you can't make it, it is but a waste of time' but
the heart of the determined kept pressuring
'move on'
the four cardinal points met in my head
as it jumbled upon the inner mind
then
the heart dangled again and said
'leave them behind, move on'
as I moved the next mile
I heard the singing of the Euphrates in the blood of my human vain rejoicing for victory
when at once I heard the rings
'YOU ARE A CHOSEN GENERATION'
my heart was full of glee
for oft, where on my heart
I lean as I lands filled and killed the voices of 'no you can't make it'
now let me do the undone years
for an inevitable master awaits at the END OF THE TUNNEL
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Desmond. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.