I see things;
the likes of which They do Ignore.
And when I close my eyes, the night time grumbles a huff;
songs of destiny and impending lore.
And those songs do come true;
and on occasions they implore...
That they too are life;
In that they lay dormant in my mind but yet liven in my core.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem