There is no morning light yet
And yet I know waiting
It will soon come
And with it a new world
And a kind of happiness over nothing
As if everything really could begin again
As the day does
And I am not so so old
But that very young dreamer beginning again
Lost in confusion and fear
And rich in hope
Of what he and the world
Might yet be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem