On the edge of sleep 
On the falling words
Of an old song
On the edge of yesterday
On a falling vision
Of a distant past
Your face grows
Out of the mist
Hello you say and I
Unfold the bright ribbon
Of surprise
Look in your eyes
And fall into the 
Dream that never ends                
 
                    This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Nice Immagery, and word flow, easly a 10.