Driving down roads in the black ebony of night,
watching as lights overhead carry on their mon-
otony towards a brand new morning.
One that holds mysterious magic for all who be-
lieve in a new beginning, living in the hope of
faith and hope.
As twilight eventually gives way to a beautiful
sunrise in the east, awakening mind, spirit and
soul with an intuitive energy.
Very few people can ever know in this temporary
world, wanting to always feel the presence of the
Divine in a fervent belief forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well thought poem, dear Ma'am RoseAnn....10+++++++++++