In the night behind the door
with the house so quite
mortals asleep
a call echoed
Inside me.
eventhough the eyes, 
were meant to see
Ears to hear, 
and skin to feel so
Quickly
the nose to smell, 
my soul yarn
a golden light.
For the earth shruck
as the thunder lights
Your path, you look about
For a place to hide.
With a fountain light, 
in their heart
with no enterprise
you’ve Bread to eat 
even though they warn, and; 
mock my lack 
I gave alot shock. 
Then there comes a luck, 
deep in the night, 
“Open the door it’s me” I
Heard a call so loud.
I walk in the dark, 
Or in dream, 
To be keen of who? 
I open my eye to see
the gold is good, 
and God so great.
I open my mouth to speak, 
She begged” please let me in”, 
I gave her a rosy smile, 
That promised everlasting life, 
And she let me in.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem