When booing sounds of planes did cease from ears
Again my foot confirmed its stance on grounds
My mind confused the date of day or year
A night I left behind for day to sound
That night still haunts me through my hidden dreams
And chases me in my unconscious sleep
I often wake from notions old which seems -
Like habits rushing from within my deep
I know my dear it is a once romance
Like change in summer – autumn does take place
When over, I would miss the loving trance
But now I see latitudes changing face
You know Oh! Night how much do I adore
But please in day do not lure me to snore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last line did it for me well done this is what i call poetry