Under childhood's magical light:
White horses emerge from sea foam.
Ghosts prowl empty streets at night time.
And gardens spawn fairies & gnomes.
Life abounds with bright symbols & signs!
Fuelled by the joy that childhood brings:
Fact and fiction intermingle.
How divinely the black bird sings!
Look - dewdrops are silver sprinkles!
And forests are filled with dark things!
Under childhood's ethereal glow:
Each new sun is a golden god.
Love is as pure as driven snow.
For Life's paths are yet untrodden.
And seeds of fortune always grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem