There's a moment in this world. Late in December night.
The darkness touched by the hanging warm lights.
I stay and linger while most are safe and cozy inside, with their trees shining back.
Because here before tomorrow comes, I find peace and safety.
I'm not ready for my problems, and here I only know them in my mind.
Then I'll go to bed and rest amidst the beauty of dark and Christmas blessed.
So I enjoy this time now that keeps my worries at bay.
I don't have to live then or tomorrow.
I fall asleep with the sounds of peace and good will as the carols play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem