When sleeping I lay awake in bed,
While dreamless, time calls to the dead.
The stars drip past a vampire moon,
Horizon sheds the sun too soon.
The more nights held, but never kept-
The more I realize how long I've slept.
Wandering through my waking hours,
A ghost that feeds, and time devours.
What more than chance we have to taste,
Our Hearts, our Heads! We lose, we waste!
Though given every chance to see-
Exactly how we will not be.
Sleep we will, through endless night,
Our lives left lifeless, our words all trite.
For fear or worse we beg to be convinced,
That life was lived! Fate smiled, not winced!
Tonight we sleep, may dreams bless all-
As the world turns, and fate befalls.
Fast awake, all night I will pray,
To stay awake yet another day.
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I would like to translate this poem
You write seuch honest poems. The truthfulness behind your words truly shines in between every syllable and after every sentence. The way you work with rhymes and the rythm of the text is really admireble. I adore poets who write not to only to become big or famous but instead, or also, to make a diffrence and truly express an emotion, or in this case, a great fear, a hope for the future. Beautiful words.