There is a way...to do this... and I have found it!
To always remain in daylite forever
And ever
While living or being on earth
That is.. I do not know if it
Might work or be okay in outer space
Like next to the sun - too close - perhaps
It might not be alright to do this
To never ever know darkness
Travel always eastward - (at a certain speed of course)
So you are always on the sunny side
Of the street - so to speak.
Therefore I will flee eastward always
Never will I flee westward
I shall not go west with you.......
There is always a sinking sunset
To see - with all those myriad of colors
Of each and every sort and kind
The more brilliant the sunset
The more dust remains riming-o-smoke
Be it from some past burning behind us
So we are forever going into terror
As we wonder how far away it is
And how much is disintegrating
How much devastation, despair, displeasure
There actually is back there - maybe more or maybe less
How soon will it reach us- and finally overtake.... us too....us two
How soon- how soon - how soon....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem