The cold, winter night sky;
A warming blanket provided by God.
Those lights
Wink at me,
With a silent delight.
I can only stare in wonder,
At beings beyond my reach.
This floor upon which I stand,
Holds me.
Keeps me, from smelling
Truth.
This land,
In which a mere thought twists reality.
Truth and false truth mix,
And form
A body
In which we inhabit.
There, upon the light,
I can truly find with certainty,
What keeps stars warm,
As they stare into
Frozen bodies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, this is amazing stuff, novel ideas in every verse..a winner.