Are you awake yet — really awake?
In your spirit, I mean.
Is there a light — do you see a light?
Perhaps over there, a gleam
Let your eyes be ope, there really is hope.
See over there, a beam.
Don’t look at dark things — phantom no-things
They’re not what they seem.
Be done with your nap — let your mind wrap
Around life and colorful dreams
Awaken your soul — get up from the hole
Where vacant misery screams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It might have been written for someone in despair, but it is a poem of hope - a poem of faith. I love it.
thank you.