A new year,
A new day,
A new horizon,
An open way.
The carpenter saws
The boards of time,
To build the bridge,
That make you mine.
Across the chasm,
Of the you and me,
Across the ocean,
And across the sea,
The new light shining,
Clear and bright,
Through the darkness,
Of the night.
A new day rising,
For all to see
In the darkest hidden corners
Of the you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem