Return of the shadows
To the ongoing dark
Where everything glows
In the falling spark
And we are timeless
Like the falling glow
From mindful of caress
That reaches us slow
Return of the contentment
That never goes far
With its day life resentment
In each peace and war
We come to know much
This cultivated our own
Sometimes so out of touch
And not entirely shown
Return to the daylight
From ongoing dim
The morning comes bright
After dark whimsy whim
Trials and slip-ups fall
Like shadows to the deep
From their inside stroll
Never forever to keep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good! .... nice job!