Lost in Translation

When heav’nly song does ring upon
A poet’s lonely ear
The difficulty’s translating
What earthly methods hear

For ever song has come on high
From heaven’s very light
But little was it listened to
‘Til man gained deeper sight

It touches all, but some hear not
The cooing reds and blues
From skies of morning, day, and night
In all their heav’nly hues

Translating words from stars and sun
We’ll oft have a mistake
So all we can give is the best
Our simple minds can make

Sonnet 3 – Here, at the Gates

winter-sunset-evening-purple-791079.jpegI have not seen you here before today


Here I’ve not been, but hear I of this place
I closed my eyes and here galloped apace


And here ever you now will have to stay.


What? Never can I leave, visit my home?
I’ve not yet said good-bye, nor finishéd
The story I had written in my head
Will I remain undone, astray, alone?


Fair Child, fret not, your story is not o’er,
Those left behind will ever tell your tale;
You have done well–look now to starry veil
And set aside your burdens evermore.

For rest you must, so shed not one more tear
At peace you’ll be forevermore, Child–here.