Let me swing through
the fall the precedes.
Bring the rain and the gloom
to my feet.
Sing the dream that
awaits me with angst.
Anguish moans when
sent forth on your ground.
Shake for me, let me see
you're awake.
Phantoms scream for
your throat in the cold.
You knaw your skin
as you greet your release.
And I view no
reflection so vain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem