for sunshine falls upon the richness of darkness
and pour itself over the challenges of simply being man
imagine a comfort of still nights growth
upon the bright divine of sun or moonlit sky
although imperative is the transition of these poles
a mist has become a wedge and brings the illumination back to the sky
original and bound so tightly to the nature of man
are these conversions and the twilight and dawn are sudden and have speed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem