We all feel sunlight on our face
And count in rhythm
The chambers of our heart
Yet cannot return
To the stations of our dreams
Where we travel corridors of angels
And roam the heights
Like visions of the most high
And as we make it through this place
Though we weep at times
We draw breath
And like explorers
Plunge into the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem