What if all that matters is not matter?
And what we think is death is dawn -
Dawn we do not understand and have never understood.
Something stands beyond our moment
Eternal - warm or cold - near or far
A presence unknown but knowing
Hope for creeping age in flesh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the line, 'And what we think is death is dawn'. Each new day is indeed a gift, but beyond that there is so much more. Beautiful poem. As always, Sandra