What words dwell in glorious realms unseen
mystical prayers or the soul's imaginings.
I do not pretend to what I cannot know
yet I thrive in their ever present glow
nor will I injure this buoyant spirit
or speak untruths or discredit merit.
But for these words I will hold long my pen
till the ink flows as a youthful fountain
that withheld its power but now yields
the deepest depths, the deepest love to feel.
What splendid thoughts, what dreams about me hung
to know this love, what songs I could have sung.
But for these words I will hold long my pen till the ink flows as a youthful fountain....so touching with a nice theme.A beautiful poem on love and dreams nicely executed.10
For someone who's not sure when he died, You certainly do write lovely poetry! Glad the ink in the pen cooperated with you toward this outstanding endeavour! :)
Ink flows and you will love to write more and more..beautifully lines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A 10 you deserve for the use of the words pen and ink alone! Excellent poem!