one day
and that
day may come
when holding up a candle
in an atmospheric river
might cause the flame
to scrape
the underbelly of
the darkest clouds
but is that day here?
Will it come?
or is what is called faith
the balm of magical thinking
leaving us in despair
but, at least,
distracted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although your incredibly powerful poem needs nothing to complement it, listening to both versions of Melanie's Lay Down (Candles In The Rain) was truly an incredible experience! If not for your poem, I would not have come across the 2nd version. Thanks, M.J. for the memorable experience!
Thank you, Richard! Thank you for bringing up Candles in the Rain. Brilliant, Richard. That was truly inspired. I'll be experiencing that great work tonight, after far too long.