In both my heart and head is a mattress to sleep on,
Falling away, I am no longer scared, I am on par.
I lock my persona in a hold that comforts mind and soul,
The mind and soul, the souls and minds conquer monthly.
In the shadows of the darkness I weep towards my toes,
Unlike the sun and planets, those objects of action in the cosmos.
I am not stronger than most celestial bodies, but I shine,
Further than the stars, farther is my reach with eyes of gold.
Both the sleeping and the dreaming are housed in the common
Space we call the Universe, a ground to eating and drinking.
The spacecraft is waiting to take my soul and mind away,
Dropping me in sleep of the eternal reign, the eternal fame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem