At the end of the day
this we must learn: confront the night and sleep with it
feel its coldness, overcome it with your warmth
survive its journey, be the boatman in this river of
blackness
sing, sing if you will, and let that song be for its duration
do not sleep, keep the beat, ride to the power of its wings,
love it, and then be ready to forget
may the smooth darkness be your blanket
may its silence bring you more colorful and vivid aspirations
may our souls fly like seagulls in the sky
may we hover back in the trees of morning lights
and sing the solemn songs of our hearts again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem