Yes, this is the land where
 Dusk delays long hours late
 And the never still air
 Stirs our hair as we wait.
We have been here since noon
 Suspended in flowers
 In this moment attune
 Adrift in love that's ours.
And we find in the night, 
 In the darkness of streams, 
 We find the stars are white
 Crowns that cover our dreams.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    