Night drifts insomnia wakes the heart
*Cloudy sky has taken the golden rays
*Gift of tomorrow disquiets window candle
* Illusion is a myth yet invented dreams
*Even warmest day fades with setting sun
*Stars are somewhere on the other side
*As clouds play a game of hide and seek
*Dreams are weary of another dispose
*Root grows beyond shadowed oak
*Entwining its vein to reach a stream
*Refreshment tangles without within
*Sabbatical refrains finding own journey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem