Still rising . . .
Every day brings a new event.
Still hoping . . .
Dreams seem from heaven sent.
Still asking . . .
Mysteries appear at every corner.
Still calling . . .
I hear sad echoes as a mourner.
Still dreaming . . .
Some futures will never arrive.
Still dying . . .
You help me survive.
Still seeming . . .
Appearances keep us on the edge.
Still learning . . .
Your every promise but a pledge.
Still yearning . . .
The flame that signals desire.
Still burning . . .
The spark the lights the fire.
Still wanting . . .
The elusive wish that never comes true .
Still haunting . . .
Missed opportunity makes me feel blue.
Still chasing . . .
That which I most desire.
Still falling . . .
Like an autumn leaf on fire.
What a treatise on the movement of life. We wait for our opportunities and missed chances, and still reach out for whatever is "Still Falling.” Excellent!
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
Love ya!
Jane
Peace to you... r