Through Dreams of Doom
Winter's Warmth did Bloom.
Shattered Skies and Lies
Gloom's Eyes stood Disguised.
Golden Beacons loomed
With welcoming light to exhume
Shimmering Shadow's Fumes
And Silent cries from a tomb.
When tears reign the womb
Where the night fills the room
A wild wind gently sighs
So the blind may lead the wise
To a fire that will rise
Breathing life to demise
And a home that never dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem