Last night fell swiftly, shadows crept
upon a dark and charcoal sky;
One lonely star looked down and wept,
pearl tears splashed from silver eyes.
Her tears were not the normal kind
that fall with anguish, angst and grief;
No, these were rare and hard to find;
These were tears of pure relief
and thanks at last that night had come
to celebrate the glorious day,
a day when faith would not succumb
to those who went astray.
And so her tears rained down to light
the earth that slept within the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem