Gently moving through the night, touching upon life with
a purpose, noticing the fruitlessness of living, yet also
knowing it is necessary in the final scheme of things in
this world.
Determining destiny, visions being awakened throughout
this long and tiring night, hope rising, falling, soaring
and crashing continually.
All things being considered as night approaches day, a
wonder of everything filling a mind with an efferves-
cent essence that continues until we die.
Then in peace we succumb to our deaths without ever even
thinking another thought, for our minds and souls are
taken to heaven without our earthly bodies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem