Pitch-black night skies
Illuminate against naked street lamps
Stars attempt shooting
Off they go one after another
Like fireworks reflecting in the eyes of a child
I am free
Born again wonder with no room for doubt
Baptize me
I’ll live a better life
I want a rebirth
So I can proceed with an awakened soul
I’ll lift my head
To a pure world
Smile with naïve regard
To the illusions of my imaginary friends
Tapering away or cutting through
Brush strokes of color are bold on a blank canvas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the last line, but didn't you mention a canvas in one of your other poems? we all do it- but it's a habit we need to break, using the same imagery in different poems! Great though fran (or is it frankie?) . Athena xx