....I awaken. It's still dark. I hear the reminiscence of my far away dream. Children are playing in the street, and the birds are cheering up the day with their songs of early morning. I move to the window. It's dark. I move to the outside of my rickety front porch, caffeine in hand, and rock in my old time rocking chair. I can feel the cool breeze of fall air kiss my cheek, and hear the leaves dancing gracefully upon the wind. It's still dark. It's always dark....and yet, i can see. I can see the memories play behind my eyes. I can see the children playing, and the leaves dancing in the wind. I can see papa working in the barn, and mama rocking the baby. I can see everything so crystal clear. My memories are my escape from the world of darkness, and into the world of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem