restless eyes
trace midnight skies
dazzled and in wonder
of the stars magical shine
the mystic of the heavens lies
permanently impressed upon my mind
creating the pathways and the lines
so that my thinking by it binds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
like this poem meghan. if you live in the night..well like you said the night guides your thoughts. insomnia sucks, been there. keep up the writing! peace, darby