Xlviii
Today, I start my long travel at dawn,
the sun shines, the birds sing, the morning chills,
it is time, right now, to show my great skills
while the delicate mist covers the lawn.
I have learnt the past is a mirror fume,
in this cruel life, there is no time to mourn,
the language of love and faith must be borne,
I hold my knowledge, my life I resume.
In my head, there is no place for this doom,
I have the strength to begin my journey,
blessed my mind has received your wise mercy,
my blest soul will resist the profound gloom.
As if I were with you, I have to smile,
I must accept my face cannot be drawn,
I fly with the elegance of a swan,
I have to return from this grim exile.
From the side of my heart, I vanish this thorn,
when you say my name, I rise from the tomb,
I had the grace to kiss your sacred womb,
this day, thanks to your love, I am reborn!
"Poetry of Belle Times"
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
