Mourning being uncovered in the middle of the night,
having been sheltered and hidden in gardens of the
Divine within.
Blossoming tears flowing into a heart of pain and
suffering, a newly felt pain in measures of music,
singly pointing towards an ending of life on earth.
A pre-recognition of what lies upon a future horizon
whether or not this poet is ready to be taken into
depths of another life after life has fallen.
Fallen like a leaf from an oak tree, a semblance that
strikes this poetical mind in embers of Divine thoughts
and is left on the ground, food for life later on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem