I sit alone in
Complete peace, and pure silence,
Before this small fire;
As moonlight pours like a strange
God through my window.
Outside cold rain is falling,
But I'm safe and snug.
I feel the poetry start
To flow. I'm older,
And, perhaps no wiser, yet
I'm newly inspired!
I sense the approach of a
Dream-like radiance
And the warm whisper of a
Prayer; as I look,
Deep into the candle's flame,
By my littered desk.
Soon the secrets of this night,
Will belong to me,
And my poem can begin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem