When light is put away
We grovel for a bit of light
When love is put to rest in dust
We dream of her infinity
But I’ve witnessed many goodbyes
And met many a passing neighbor
We are souls on a road
In evenings of the brain
When light is hid from us
Do not look at what the Moon discloses
But wait for the hour of the Sun
That comes without trying
Darkness and light do not step straight
But by a strange formula
Reveal themselves for our health
When it is our time to love or die
We shall know it, and not fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem