Don’t wait too long
For time to come
As it might be wrong
Where you’re musing’s from
It could be well
Or still occupying
The indoors of hell
From inactivity dying
Distance clouds are gathering
To the lonesome night
Feeling at home with ease
In the gathering of new light
When a day will run again
With freshness that shall sing
And new believes to give
Those hours of light shall bring
As every wind is in its blow
So is each dream on the go
There is no one way
To bring close and near
Cells of points in gray
That and idea could steer
The blossoms of thought
Have seeds to grow
And forward are brought
For occasions to know
Distance clouds are gathering
To the lonesome night
Feeling at home with ease
In the gathering of new light
When a day will run again
With freshness that shall sing
And new believes to give
Those hours of light shall bring
As every wind is in its blow
So is each dream on the go
The courses of the lore
Are rivulets to run
With the appetites for more
Where its threads are spun
The state and right doing
Is what it needs to find
Sequences of each queuing
That has its own headlined
As every wind is in its blow
So is each dream on the go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem