the day can not mimic the night,
and the night can not be the day
the two are one /and/ one-
Day is where I live most in,
Night is where I go into my own world-
in the island of my dreams.
To live in day, is to live in war
To live in night, is to live alone
Alone-in the absence of reality
but still in the presence of actuality.
The day and night can not betwixt
each has their own time to live.
In the coming of the moon, the sun dies-
slowly- in colors of orange, pink and gold
in the coming of the sun, the moon descends
leaving, silently, in colors of fainting gray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem