Smothered, the illusion manufactured
By a world of words, crackled into flame
On crumpled paper, scattering fractured
Fantasies, blackened by my dawn to shame.
The weight of heaven crushing, I lay down
Beside the tall wall of The Brighter Light,
The new day’s halo skewered on my thorn,
And wondered what the Word was for that night.
Would angels guard the sentries that were there
Where thoughts are winding-sheets, and dreams undo?
Should Heaven open, could I bear the glare
Of unimagined Truth I knew was true?
Unending life in Love, with love to spare?
The instant that I knew, I knew I knew!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem....deep....with amazing imagery.... finely crafted. thank you,