One glowing time at winter night
while the stars wait in silence
the poet thinks of wrong and right
craving for unknown guidance.

Standing on the edge of univesre
where is the place of existance
quiet drops of thought disperse
in the emptiness of persistance.

What one desires the uttermost
is different from a single favor
the vast boarder of the life's coast
surrounds the desparate engraver.

The poet is the masterpiece of art
the creator of emotion and beauty
the drop of saddness in the heart
the poet engraves the life in melody.