When day goes to sleep,
My heart is with you;
Wandering lullabies to keep,
From the dark and weary blue.
My heart is searching on,
And going the world around;
Oh so much's found and done,
Some strange and profound.
The words I couldn't say,
Aiming to be never heard;
Like book pages hideaway,
Never again to be altered.
Temperatures starting to rise,
With pilings of the high flows;
Enough of the burning disguise,
Mid sun of the mind shallows.
When dreams look for reality,
And what we know we don't;
Fantasies of unreal absurdity,
Teaches you something or won't.
Tonight is the night of danger,
Moments all steady and strong;
For pleasures - don't be a stranger,
The night won't forever be young.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem