Awake, I'm washed in sleep.
Don't run away, beside that bridge.
Bright yellow, streaks dawns sky.
High and warm, it shines down again.
Night and day they came,
life danced away.
Across that star light milky,
came most days.
A comet flies around,
it's tail to reach the moon.
Behind the dark face of the moon,
waits for me again in sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful imagery shared.............great!