My heart cringed before, for my tears abounded my soul.
My solitude was eternal, and despair was me day and night.
I was once a lonesome child so dishevelled and foul.
I was forlorn and afterwards depraved of sight.
I was condemned to the murky shade of destitute.
It was a world so glum and much so derelict.
But therefore I came to find godly rectitude.
And no longer was I to be in internal conflict.
Within the darkness of my eyes, hitherto I see the light.
And I can see now indeed what I once could not truly see.
I can at last bear witness to this glowing light so bright.
Within the darkness of my eyes, I can see an aureole before me.
She looks at me, and I can sense nigh her presence.
And I know now inside of me, that I am not alone.
Then she shelters me with her much godly essence.
And her wings I do feel, for I am no longer forlorn.
I am a glistening soul with a heart to mend.
And I can come to touch now her wondrous guise
I am a witness, for so near perhaps is the end.
All I can see, is within the darkness of my eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem