Always, I will love the dawn
Dawn masks my once known desire for subtle dusk of night
Headed to destinations as the sun fell, I could hostage twilight
As the earth turned, in the days of dark fascination
I was in awe of shimmering street lamps, and subtle glow from open windows
Now my life is in the dawn
I still see the twilight sweep by, yet the lights go off this time
The moment of Earthly change, on its own powerful axis
create the same snapshot of true excitement
although the destination rotates to a brighter experience
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem