by Walter William Safar
Glory to you, forest, the clover of my youth,
you wildly spinned string, here I meet with you
again, where the wind sleeps
and the ocean effuses your silver leaves,
so I can act upon your shadow
in whose bowels the respected coal grows,
so I can extinguish the fire in the daylight of moist trees,
so I can stretch next to the thirsty flower,
spilling your tears until the rain comes.
If I could choose where they shall bury me,
I would want my grave to be there.
If I had to wake up and find myself alone in the world,
I would want to wake up there,
in the embrace of the crystal night,
in the embrace of the proud northern wind,
in your embrace.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
BIOGRAPHY, WALTER WILLIAM SAFAR. Kepler 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”, “The Ultimate Voyage”, “Queen Elizabeth2”, “ The Devil’s Architect”, "Leaden fog", "Chastity on sale", "Above the clouds", "The scream", "The negotiator". Plays: “Brothers”, “Birdman”, as well as a book of poems, titled "Against All Streams”, “The Boy With Silver Tears”…
Last updated November 27, 2014