Alas it's August and summer's almost over.
And I find that I am another year older,
But perhaps not much wiser, it has to be said.
Although the dark ghosts that once haunted me have fled,
I feel that I have wasted so much precious time.
I must keep reaching out for realms that are sublime
And reflect them precisely in my poetry:
These vast dream worlds that float on ethereal seas.
Another of your so sublimely written and wonderfully presented poems Dominic. A great metaphor poem of substance. And yes time flies and we all try to achieve something constructive every new day rather than sit in silence and fade away, to live like hollow ghosts, so to speak. Simply, make the most of time and every new dawning day and strive to appreciate al that's worthwhile around us.10++ and take care and many thanks. Remain enriched.
A well crafted composition. Simply excellent and inspiring....10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks so much for your comments guys. I always appreciate them