Is there a book, a book alone out there
Is there a hook to catch a star in the air
Have I understood and need I to play fair
Have I again fell and much should I bear?
But I am Mad and Thee much time to spare
To bring a flower, much of healthy air
Should I cry and a shadow be I out there
I am Honest and in your eyes I shall stare.
You may open the window, for a bird can
Transcend an eye with a wing to a man
Songs of mystery which me it did out-ran
A simple word and surely I am back again.
Goodbye, I would say to you in advance
My time is over and I don't need no hence
I served alone, lament later them friends
I smile to you, for you replaced them hands.
Now the boat sails away and also this letter
I cry alone inside, but that is no matter
Tomorrow I shall fly, Tomorrow is better
I shall roar outside and ink my feather.
Don't cry and please don't also send
Another Hi might not bring a happy end
I shall fly and in your dreams I may rent
A butterfly which may not us again lament.
And as you finish reading my last verse
Can I ask you a favor, can I reveal you the curse
Please burn this letter, or do it as worse
Let it burn to ashes, and let us swim on reverse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem