My dreams have thus been but a memory
A sensory experience that can only be combated by the jolts to each electron
Whitty and careful cautious yet frisky
Lovely yet thornful cries without a tear
Fear for a past to repeat sheer disreguard for fearful feet
Alone full of whispers shadows in the light
Distant on a path of enlightenment
Aware of dangers yet so full of fright
Unknown a status so common windy muscle in flight
Death sleeps close where angels are near
Moonlight comforts only the dark at heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem