Born in brilliant rose dawn, when dreams were still possible,
I'm a silent ebony shadow, who has never felt the fiery sun.
In cool, dark regions I live, where colors have come undone.
Yet, in this world of dazzle, it is I who ofttimes feels invisible.
But I am all that it is, waltzing on the far side of gold beams,
Until the time of my cheerful undoing, in the rich noon hour!
Then flower scents whirl, as my creator flourishes his power,
Before mellowed afternoon, when he lets me reign supreme!
The mystery and beauty of your imagery is indeed masterfully conveyed in this rare gem!
A most brilliant and amazing, masterpiece that does honor to Universal poetry and to poets all over the world! A poem that can easily redeem the beauty and sanctity of creativity.
The imagery and feelings that so beautifully run across, so well from beginning to end, are extraordinary and unforgettable!
This poem is one of the best, I have ever read. And I've read a few n several different languages,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful.