A glow that wanders the streets
Roaming the alleys in hopes of solace
A distended body suspended in dream
Resting for yet another embodiment of shadow
A streak that will follow to the ends of this earth
There is no indifference to who I am
Days will pass and aeons rush by but yet I still remain
A precious gem encrusted within the cloth of the cosmos
Each golden tendril emitted by the suns ray will untether the lights I
Display
But yet I stay suspended for all to awe at the heavenly craft
that lays in age of centuries to bestow to thee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem