From pitch black to suns ray;
Time brings on another day.
Searching to make light stay;
As allotted time passes away.
What will still the days flight?
How can I hold back the night?
Searching for a reality in truth;
Of some way to stay my youth.
Before this clay becomes brittle;
Who shall answer this riddle?
Truly the enigma of the matter;
Has made this mind to clatter.
We shall see visions galore;
As high with eagles we soar.
Days spent setting souls free;
What happiness it brought me.
Claming their fear and pain;
Tears begin to flow as rain.
Daughters of music play on;
Bringing hearts a new song.
Desolation to meadows green;
Mystic Wolf appears unseen;
One butterfly on spirits wind;
With silver cord, life to mend.
Yet the riddle passes not away;
How to stop time, stay the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
seaching for truth, good writing, thanks..