Through all the mist I cannot see
such things that be revealed to me -
for hazy is the way ahead
and veiled obscure the path to tread.
With faltered steps I venture there
along a road that leads somewhere -
but somewhere to a land unknown
perhaps across a stepping stone -
a stepping stone that crosses time
to take me to a world sublime -
and where the mist that clouds my eyes
shall part, revealing clearer skies.
Yes, clearer skies and perfume sweet
with clovered grass around my feet -
where starlight shall renounce the day
that once was cast in misty grey.
©️ 14/3/2024. Valerie Dohren
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done. I Like the mist metaphor. Being unsure, feeling lost, but pressing ahead.