the night speaks with two voices
one says darkness is despair
the other welcomes dreams and rest
the darkness is resignation
the bowing to the inevitable
the end of pain must end my joy
the light is in the east
the horizon hides the dream of day
as sleepy eyes perceive the glow
the night dream was a memory
a child alone in secret woods
asleep beneath his favorite tree
the child and man will soon awake
and watch the sun come up
and dream again of the day voices
for darkness always yields
at least it always has
the planet turns to greet the sun
a poem of night time feelings? some sad some joyful but remember all only possible because of being in life's greater scheme! ..................well written Barry.
even if it is in a dream, it disturbs one as a real event.a child alone in the secret woods asleep beneath his favourite tree.
horizon hides the dream of day it converted the giant hot sun into a sort of doll -sun, good poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So nicely described our world of contrasts.