The short summer night is hastily fading away,
You wake up to find the dazzling polar light.
The arctic birds beckon you to join them and play.
Would you like to fly up and reach a height?
To be totally free, you need just a pair of wings:
The angel within you is ready for reincarnation.
To your worn-out body cage he no longer clings.
You're both freaked, and thrilled with liberation.
Thick milky clouds wrap you in an ethereal layer,
Your fragile body splinters into tiny specks of hail.
Puzzled to seek for help, your mind utters a prayer
''Only in silence the truth, '' you hear, and hit the trail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely images here Aram. Esecially liked 'milky clouds' and 'your worn out body cage'. (I also have a poem that shares the same title) Kind regards, Justine