Another day completed,
Another night ahead.
Concerns not yet defeated,
And hope, a corpse long dead.
Incarnated malice
Lurks within the night;
While hope's upset balance
Is nature's only blight.
Someday, the Heavens that He rules
Will diminish into rubble—
But mankind's hands and endless tools
Will fabricate a double.
I gaze into the starless sky
And hear Him in the wind.
Perhaps this is the grand goodbye;
Perhaps, here, it begins.
A vague sensation heartens me
As one bright star emerges.
The one-star sky unfolds to be
Forgotten hope—and courage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem