I tend to stay in the back where night become
my willing friend.
Where my heart does not hurt and my mind can think
i am happily left a lone.
I tend to sit on the rock's where the bat's fly
higher above and I drink a goblet in your name.
I tend to stay in your dream's but only when you call
for me.
I kiss your head at night and hug you when you are down
and low.
I tend to stay behind the door and become apart of
nights design.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for sharing a nice poem.