The gold of the sunset brings dusk and the blues
of the eve
and the fall of the night that compels you to choose
to believe,
for the blackness you feel every night as you mourn
for the spark
will change as you wake to the light of the dawn
after dark.
(5/10/98/Inspired by a song “When the gold of the day turns to blue of the night, ” sung by Russ Columbo)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a true statement here Gershon, a lovely poem, soft and flowing, gentle in its words. Very enjoyable indeed. Love Ernestine XXX