Until the last star's fire fades from the sky
the fireflies dance within night's velvet cloak.
Inside their peaceful glow trails dreams unawoke
as dawn splinters dark with light, daydreams fly.
Upon the dew of morning's wake you lie
yearning for noon's casted shadow, remote.
A mid-morning dreary awaits love unspoke
as nearing noon climbs to claim half the sky.
While extending to grasp one searing ray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem