I have moved in blackest woods
upon a moonless night
clouds were blocking out the stars
I lost the gift of sight
I was not fearful of the way
my feet assured me well
that I was on the proper path
I heard the dinner bell
it seems I never learned to take
a light along with me
perhaps I truly loved the dark
it seemed that way to me
the family always wondered why
I would stay out so late
and I could never find the words
but I was pondering fate
I learned the lesson of the woods
that darkness need not kill
and I could find my way to home
and I still have the will
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very enjoyable trek in the dark to find the light