In the twilight of the soul
seeking deep darkness
For the stars to come out
Or the breaking of the dawn
To vanquish the darkness
In the twilight of the soul
Gripped with fear
Then smiled in hope
Moved past it or
just waiting for Godot
In the twilight of the soul
gift of the present
Moving past looking back
Both become an illusion
Ah! Thus just twilight will do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem