Some nights my many thoughts are like the star's,
Of space and time that spread across my mind;
Could I but grasp my dreams and sleep in the vacuum,
Free and young, as a comets tail or crown.
I'd be free, yes I'd be free from each and come again
Like once a child.
Copyright Β© James McLain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem. Kingsley Egbukole