In the light of knowledge, there was many paths. In the touch of passion, there were waves.
Move along, up or down.
Side to side and wonder why.
The call from the sun, the one you cannot snooze. No excuse would do.
Construction down by the alley, on the day you walk.
It gets darker the more you walk,
But you remember the sun is still out.
The sun is shining for you, no longer could there be broken hopes.
Love on the moon, passion in the stars and desires in mars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem