darkly, darkly
I wander the night,
without friend or care.
No hand to hold,
no shoulder to lean on.
But don't pity me
my solitude-
this is a joyous time for me.
The starry sky is my blanket,
the darksome woods my bed.
No unhappy spirit am I,
I wander content in the night.
Though sleep escapes me,
though dreams elude me,
still I wander along,
happily.
3-3-08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem