In the darkened light,
Only I can see.
What was once behind,
Has caught up to me.
The truth that lies,
Resides inside.
Can't run, can't hide,
From this troublesome mind.
The boy had wept,
And asked for death.
Instead an angel,
His one revival.
Took him off,
To distant lands.
Where he thought,
Among the sands.
His dreams were alive,
He now has arrived!
But the angel left,
In the dream it slept.
In the darkened light,
Only I can see.
What was once behind,
Will stay and sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really like this, a great poem, with a really great flow.