Moving closer to the end of life, looking forward to death,
but living this earthly life fully while I can, enjoying
moments given to this being, writing and listening to music.
Following patterns of every sunrise and sunset, thunder and lightening traveling across the bluest sky during daylight
and an ebony darkness settling all about as music rocks me
into an eternal sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem