Dawn and dusk,
plays endlessly in life's cycle.
Noon is a-coming,
Coded messages from the sun,
The birds singing a death song,
Lazy clouds walking about,
The sky greying like an old man,
If there are bearded men in heaven,
Smiles of scorn are painted on their faces.
But fairies, I need not,
For guardian angel, you are.
Maiden,
You appear on stage,
Disturbing my halcyon days,
With childish and forgotten thoughts,
Through your magical boon,
My world was re-drawn,
Making flowers and dreams bloom,
And bringing about my doom,
Singing of fields of flowers and love songs,
Lady,
your spell is as spellbinding.
When sunset arrives,
Earthly you may be,
But heavenly you are to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem