In the night behind the door
with the house so quite
mortals asleep
a call echoed
Inside me.
eventhough the eyes,
were meant to see
Ears to hear,
and skin to feel so
Quickly
the nose to smell,
my soul yarn
a golden light.
For the earth shruck
as the thunder lights
Your path, you look about
For a place to hide.
With a fountain light,
in their heart
with no enterprise
you’ve Bread to eat
even though they warn, and;
mock my lack
I gave alot shock.
Then there comes a luck,
deep in the night,
“Open the door it’s me” I
Heard a call so loud.
I walk in the dark,
Or in dream,
To be keen of who?
I open my eye to see
the gold is good,
and God so great.
I open my mouth to speak,
She begged” please let me in”,
I gave her a rosy smile,
That promised everlasting life,
And she let me in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem