The Land Beyond the Rainbow
by Walter William Safar
You are calling out for me, road of dreams,
To the land beyond the rainbow,
where everyone has the right
to await Freedom,
like all the beautiful mornings
that don’t have two cold eyes
scathingly looking at Freedom;
You are calling out for me, road of dreams,
To where reality was conceived from thousands,
Tens of thousands of dreams,
Dreams that nourish souls,
Dreams that arouse hearts
Of dreamers from around the world;
Oh, you are calling our for me, road of dreams,
To the wonderful land of dreamers,
But I am tired,
My mornings are entirely different now,
Full of extinguished sparks
And scents of tired nights
That lay beside you now,
Just like night birds,
Your tired wanderers,
Whose passion has seeped off
Into life’s inexhaustible well.
I admit it, road of dreams!
I knew that the poor get trampled upon in this world,
And humiliated, that they are victims,
And so I, your faithful child, your lonely dreamer,
Did not want to grow up down at the bottom,
Not at any price,
Not even at the price of solitude.
You are calling out for me, road of dreams,
When the crescent moon kisses your seductive face
But I am so tired.
Do you despise me now
That I have admitted to giving up?
Do you know, road of dreams, how hard it is to wake up alone,
In the company of silent shadows.
Do you know, road of dreams,
How hard it is to live in one’s imagination
While beautiful roses are blooming all around,
Waiting for me to put them into the hands of my beloved.
You do not acknowledge losers,
You are calling out for me even though I am on my knees,
In other words, you won’t accept my surrender!
You are showing me a place beyond the rainbow,
The capital of the land of dreamers,
Where everyone has their place under the sun and the stars,
Where wealth is measured by spirit insted of money.
Yes, road of dreams,
You are showing me the capital of dreamers,
Where the woman of my dreams is waiting for me
To put a beautiful rose onto her palm.
I was on my knees,
Road of dreams,
Until I have heard your call again,
And I have risen,
Determined
And full of faith,
To run to the land beyond the rainbow!
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The End
And that’s the End of the Poem
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