Still reeling from the shock,
And the lightning flash of the new,
I am returning
Stumbling back through
The stinging rain and the darkness,
I am returning.
Pulsating like night's impeccable stars,
I am returning.
I feel alive for the first time in an age.
I'm returning,
With something precious,
Like the gods' secrets;
That will replace what went before.
I am returning.
Emboldened by a batch of small miracles;
Set free from Time's plagues and wantonness;
I am returning.
The world is now ablaze with colour,
And a plethora of different meanings.
I am returning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem