I’m waiting, I’m waiting
For the sky to darken,
It’s just bit too bright.
And I’m laboring, I’m laboring
It’s getting harder yet
To look into your eyes
But these city lights
Cannot give relief
From the hot and sterling sun
When it’s time to give a rest
Approach the shade-
I must confess
I cannot look away.
You are waiting, you are waiting
So patiently
For me to get it right
And you’re lingering, lingering
A chronic hint
Meant to hold my sight
But I cannot contemplate the light
That shines out of that endless ocean
Of shattered glass of green and white
I see in them
Arouse the notion-
It’s just a dram too bright
Like a moth to flame
I cannot look away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem