Gaze upon thy heavens on this darkness-filled night,
For sanctuary will be seen in the beacon of light,
However so small that beacon may be,
Even so it feels like a dropp in endless sea,
It pierces the darkness ever encroaching,
Like a momentous dream fast approaching,
And when that sanctuary draws forever near,
Emerald tears of salvation may wash away fate's fears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This lovely poem had a nice flow to it & flare; which made it enjoyable to read. The word 'dropp'-should be 'drop' ok Ravensong