The sun tears through the heavens and
awakens me to a life beyond living.
My slumber opens the door to dreams
whilst I am concious.
I look through the mirror of the world
and peer down at unknown conversations.
The melody of belief is chiming with
I watch on whilst modesty is thawing
The epi-drama of decisions form the
blueprint of new beginnings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem