During times beneath the heavens
Few are seldom blessed to see
Angels move away the stone
To grant a star its will to be
Through belief he made a difference
In our hearts to some degree
Held thy glory in an instance
To become a friend indeed
Heaven gave our star its twinkle
If only for the moment we'd
Kiss the moon goodbye my love
In hope to feel more free
So, when the nightline stained with darkness
Cast a brilliant shining star
We'll remember God is watching
Next to you, our love, not far
(This poem is for a friend that passed away. )
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem, with excessive visual imagery, bears excessive subjectivism for the personal emotions of the poet about whom I am sorry not to find any comments in comment box. Omar has diligent art of setting rhymes - though sometimes imprefect - yet tries to develop classical setting in his poem.