Revisited thoughts,
To each and every one;
With their assorted ought’s,
And time already had done.
The night sky to mystify,
The blinking lights away;
Imagination will amplify,
What may be seen in day?
Revisited gone years,
With the many days born;
From nightly visiting stares,
Of eyes both old and worn.
The night sky with sea lights,
In the blackish dim gown;
All the falling wishing flights,
Those now are on their own.
Revisited yesterdays,
From where I'm standing now;
What with a heart interplays?
And mangles it somehow.
The night is wide of superstition,
Towering through the sky;
Some are hard in definition,
Others to the day will die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem