Footsteps sound a distant call!
To those that walk the way
Heads, tall!
Viewing... The sights of the night...
...and the might of the fight!
Master?
Saviour?
An echoed call...
Nothing... knows all*
...and knowledge is now reading a chapter
Of higher learning,
Seeking further understanding...
Resurgence of hope creeps still -
~breaking memories quietly!
While footsteps still sound a hallow call of scratches and thumps
Leaving mystery lagging behind
~not romance*
Silhouettes dance in the moonlight*
Even the blind can see
A characteristic of this locality!
No traces of shadows linger - nothing here is irrevocable...
Euphoria a true mystical disposition - untraceable*
This astigmatism is a mental condition - not a geographical location! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marie, such a thought provoking poem.....10++++