Silently, the night rests upon it's laurels, awaiting the sleep
of everyone on earth.
Whispering tales of peaceful journeys through colorful dreams
lent from heaven.
Keeping all in a serene contemplation, if only they would
recognize it for what it is.
Placing a hold on wakeful endeavors, letting sleep befall everyone,
so their minds can confirm the dreams they will dream throughout
eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem