you ride a boat
now you are at the middle
of the sea
the land at both sides
seem far
halfway is a malady.
impatient sometimes
you think
you'd like to sink
and be gone for good
the lighthouse blinks
to help
now there is only darkness
throughout
the sea murmurs
fish glisten in the water below
you let the night pass
as you begin to count the stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem