Between you and I, there are thousands of miles.
We're as adrift as the stars in the night skies.
Between you and I, are worlds of distractions.
We cannot communicate our intentions.
Modern methods cannot measure solitude
Or the sadness in your eyes of pale blue truths.
Sweet flowers of Love are crushed by the doorway
That once led to Youth's warm, verdant summer days.
Media can't register the silent screams
Of a generation stripped of all its dreams.
The Light no longer heals. Now, there is only
The faux surface glow of millions of screens.
We're falling into a virtual abyss:
Deceptive fantasy realms of untold 'bliss'.
We can no longer glimpse Nature' s potent signs
And symbols, or grasp the eternal design.
We move from pole to pole, without faith or hope.
The Ways of the Spirit are beyond our scope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe the late Jim Morrison would be proud of you Dominic. A great poem of alienation indeed. And added to my favs.. A full score whatever that is these days or is it five stars. And again This is The End as Jim would say.