Laying against the sunset with gloomy song of old
Overcame you star of my dream all the malice of my age
Very lonely there I was years and days before
Every moment then is counted love as your dawn as my rise
Malady
Elapsed
And the magic cure is you
Nice and sweet
Nameless grace of night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and surreal, the night has it's own mysteries that stir the imagination of a poet. I like the the last three lines, the beauty of the whole poem..