The house waits
Like a lonely dog
For the children to arrive
Streams of ethereal music
That will stoke a death wish
Flow in the air
Looking for the blessed ear
Destined to receive it
Unwritten books bearing the secrets of life
Travel unseen towards the gifted hand
Chosen to write them
I gaze at the star
Putting out my hand
For the light still too far
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem