The night is calling me
Wanting me to follow the trail of stars
Leading me toward my fears
The wind swirling around me telling me not to go
I don't listen
I walk under the line of twinkling silver stones
When I get to the end
The showdows of my past smiled at me with glee
I cry for help while the shadows laugh at me
HELP HELP i say
Then a brust of light shines down on me
I walk back to safety
Following the bright yellow light leading me home
But I still hear the night calling my name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem