Is not the faintest shadow of your glow
that which commands me from its inner shrine?
What's left of faith when life and love withhold
the candle's flame, and darkest dreams confine
the wispy trail devolving through the light
on words of prayer extinguished in the night?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Impressive work Captain C...Spiritual Thunder and I'm liking every clap...~FjR~