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Hi all, am looking for a translation into irish gaelic of this dean koontz poem please. Anyone able to help?
thanks in advance
The sky is deep, the sky is dark,
the light of stars is so damn stark.
When I look up, I fill with fear.
If all we have is what lies here,
this lonely world, this troubled place,
then cold dead stars and empty space….
well, I see no reason to persevere,
no reason to laugh or shed a tear,
no reason to sleep or ever to wake,
no promises to keep, and none to make.
And so at night I still raise my eyes
to study the clear but mysterious skies- -
that arch above us, as cold as stone.
Are you there, God? Are we alone?
