so often woke in the night to write
wrote in my mind in the dark
ephemeral thoughts life defining
day defining creativity mining
diamond alley countless diamond
thoughts always shining gleaming
sparkle in my mind so often yet
rarely written out left in their faultless
seams left for other waiting dreams
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem