The arrow of time,
fired over and over
Piercing our consciousness,
impaling our fear
Our bow staying drawn,
till the quiver is empty
Last feather to soar
—on eternity strung
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January,2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poetic imagery....one is free muse over this short poem till eternity.....