For I am glad to wander
In this world you do not know;
And though your touch not found here-
There are things, your image show.
I am glad to stay here,
In this place you left for me;
And wait and quietly welcome
The stirrings, that may be.
I try to recognize here,
The things you'd have me see-
And know it's not forever
Till you return, for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem