Nighttime breaking into a morning sunshine, it's light
shining onto memories that have been cherished through
the years.
All of them reminders of the good and bad times, now
written and bound into many books of poetry that will
be read somewhere in time immemorial.
Last words will be caught by my pen and written into
an epitaph, reflecting the mirrors that once shone up-
on and through my life.
Single-minded and solitary, always listening to it's
rhythms as I write the words into a final moment - a
hymn, capturing the essence of my being on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem