Amidst the doubt, I speak in silence, hushed,
And keep my head amidst life’s hateful strife.
We dream and think, without disaster brushed,
Creating life for masters, poets’ life.
With kings and commoners we walk and muse,
And wonder if this world is truly Earth,
A planet vast, impossible to cruise,
Too long to travel for one mortal’s worth.
Perhaps the undergrowth shall make a way,
A path for others, equal to our own,
Where hearts and souls may rest, find peace and stay,
On simple summer days, when love is known.
Through time’s long corridors, I search and yearn,
For love’s sweet time, when hearts and souls may learn.
:: 03.09.2023 ::