The world shall go on turning
Through the darkness of despair
As I, with seamless yearning, strive
To find a haven there
Set deep within the valleys
Or above the raging sea
In regions high and rarefied
Where will my haven be
Shall I search in flowered fields
Or the hillside strewn with gorse
Upon the rugged moors and heaths
In woodlands wild and coarse
Or is it set in pastures
Where the sheep and cattle graze
In peace and calm serenity
To while away their days
Will I find it on the shore
There amongst the whorl`ed shells
Between each wave that ebbs and flows
Or where Poseidon dwells
Searching in the wilderness
Through all days to seek and find
A place to rest and contemplate -
A cradle for my mind
For then shall I relinquish
All that binds and fetters me
Where I can dream in solitude
My spirit to set free
A soothing poem with mystery trails.... you will find when you looking with beauty hearts, with wide opened mind and fair eyes....someday you will have it in your day...answer all mysteries..like this much_Unwritten Soul
Very descriptive. And everyone is looking for their perfect haven. Great write Val. So many weary souls.
That final haven, of course, is where we shall lie while the world keeps turning for eternity. A most beautiful poem, Valerie, at last a poet who can write in rhyme and meter. So rare these days! Love it!
this is your very sweet poem with quality of a nice song.. love it
valerie, i like the cradle for my mind. i liked this one more than youth long lost (next poem) , but they both seemed a little bleak.....i mean they sounded like coming from an unsatisfied soul. i hope that is how you wanted them to sound. not that there is anything wrong with the subject matter; i've had similar feelings at times i suppose. thanks for sharing. bri
Such visions of these travels are dreams made of.What a smooth flow of thought, lovely poem Val
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem as always young lady. So very well written.