In the solitude of my bed,
Thoughts drift—
Soft murmurs threading
Through the silent night.
Dreams have meaning,
I know, I know—
They linger,
Then depart.
I reach,
I fall,
I fade away.
Yet still, they come,
Night after night,
Like crows seeking a mate
In the void of a shadowed dawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem