LIFE'S CALLA Poem by Walter William SafarLifeMy mother caressed me in my craddle, Fed me on her body's milk, Protected me from the heat with the shadow of her face, Weaving the rays of life's magic like an angel To help the young soul get used to that sweet magic.
My mother used to sing: „Dear child, you shall leave your arbour early, To adorn the world like a bird“ While my mother moistened my face with tears, I saw the sun rising, And a white angel peeking From behind a white cloud.
Fate had put its noose on, Dragged my mother up above among the angels " As if light escaped me " And pushed me onto the path of dreams. Dreams then left many a sprout behind For the rebellious spirit to visit many a land " Everybody dreams in misery, And they like to pay off life In sweet hopes.
Fate took me out of my craddle early, I am young, but old in misery. There would be no sorrow If no one grew old before me. There is youth around me, But I am old like the grains of sand On the shores of the Black Sea.
I am old in misery, but my rebellious spirit is young, Faster than many of those who are young in abundance, Because the path of dreams acknowledges the fastest only. Here, dreams give birth to hope, ripe fruit, Red and delicious to a young and hungry soul. Here, freedom is nesting, Building a home for a rebellious spirit.
I am young, but old in misery, Motherless and fatherless, a sister merely a dream, And now I'm singing to my youth: „I am lighting a glow on the path of dreams " Not like a mighty night guard, But like a humble playful firefly " To cast light on many a path. Young dreamer, follow this traveller's song To your home " Where love is a welcome guest To give its life and warmth to everyone.“ © 2019 Walter William SafarAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWalter William SafarSherman, TXAboutWALTER WILLIAM SAFAR. American/Croatian poet, fiction writer and playwright. He is the author of a number of a significant number of prose works and novels, including “ The Gamble And The Ghost&.. more..Writing
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