'Don't go darkly into that good night' he says. but What if there is
no where else as inviting to go?
I spend an inordinate amount of my time
going lightly through that good day.
I occasionally wake to find myself in the strangest situations and a lightbulb burning brightly above my dimness.
I
stretch and strain and grate my sole against that murky floor.
'For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven' or so it is written. and so I say
I may go happily into that good night so I may
dream again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem