Silence of the night broken by the roar of a jet
engine reaching for the sky.
Ambivalent thoughts run around in evening's
darkness, looking for their places in a poem.
Ebony scarlet shadows sneak about, watching antics
of nature playing under the stars.
Twilight inklings of a future day stand aside,
waiting for their time to be put on display,
etching their accomplishments on the Milky Way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem