Charging into the night, not wanting to be seen,
for then people will want to talk and all I want
is to write.
Quiet, serene silence, and the intriguing mystery
of darkness giving many thoughts a chance to be
seen and formulated.
Unlike daytime with the striking sunlight showing
everything in sight, not leaving much to an inner
imagination.
Building upon an interior spirituality so life will
be refreshed and energized, able to keep giving every
moment of each day and night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem