While the day took over the night,
My speaking powers depleted, with a house
Of animals they called the property.
These animals were like birds, fiddling the
Essence of a man, like gibbering fools
In lower distinction, affording nothing.
This night was slow as the rain,
Sailing the boat to Neverland,
Fearing the bridges of death and life.
I saw parlance and sublime bodies,
The mysterious parts of the unseen,
A regularity had been established forcefully.
My eyes began to water as the ice
Settled in as the new fountains had burned
Due to old age, a fantastic joy entered.
This was a frying mightiness, a joy
Like the wings of justified knowledge,
The flight of an inner strength.
It was a passage to form to my world,
I gained the authors of my praise,
There was a welcoming party on the other side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem