I am the forest that no one can see
You are the path that leads unto me
I’m the stupid dumb kid that falls out of the tree
You are the plaster that fixes my knee
You’re a thousand and one hearts carved in a tree
I’m a wayfaring traveller lost in the dark
You are the torchlight that helps me to see
The thousand and one arrows carved in the bark
I am the lost fawn who lays down to die
You are the thistledown floating by
Whispering down from the trees way up high
Guiding my ghost up into the sky
You are the river flowing down through the ferns
I am the herd coming over to drink
I'm the small boat that overturns
You are the merman who won’t let me sink
I am the poet who writes in the night
In a tiny log cabin hidden in the glade
You are the candle that gives me my light
Guiding me through when light turns to shade
I’m the explorer searching for gold
You are the treasure I find in the jungle
We are a rainbow rising up from the cold
For I am your Zippy and you are my Bungle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem