When the full moon unleash hidden passions
It stokes dying embers of very strong emotions
I lift up my eyes to the heavens again and again
Ponder what I will see on 11/11/11 in a bargain
Then that day crept on like a thief on 11/11/11
And when the digital clock beamed at 11: 11: 11
I looked up the heavens again and behold, I saw
What wasn’t there a while ago, with my open jaw
I saw the heavens proclaim the glory and goodness
Of God, then the sky was aglow with His righteousness
Then as a scale fell from my eyes, the sky became bluer
Music became the air, the grey grasses became greener
While some people expect a day of luck and good fortune
And others fear nothing but trouble, what I now opportune
No magic of Tarot can reveal nor even any art of Astrology
Or even be fathomed by any ancient science of Numerology.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem