On the morning that I awake
On top of my bed of waves
Something new will begin
Hurtful words gone to the graves
Now that I’ve finally awakened
I look at life with new sight
I’ll return to the ocean of hope,
Wrapped in a warm gentle light,
Walking down the road of joy
The bells of joy are ringing,
Let’s look towards a brighter future
Look at what love is giving!
I wanna gaze at who I love most,
Miracles are always meant to be
And at the miracle of love
We’ll kiss, won’t we…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved the joy in your poem, of a new day, sad end though. They say joy always comes in the morning. Enjoyable read. D