Starlight and a pen. Long after
midnight again. Lay and listen to
the waves crashing in. Shut my eyes
and let my soul drift with them. Then
open my eyes, and watch the stars blink,
again. Light a candle, sketch a dream.
Into the night, into life, into the wind.
Hold it tight, let it dance, let it beam,
let it breath, whisper gently. Lift it up.
Then, set it free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem