I passed this way
I could not stay
but I'll be back
again some day
earth is a place
that I shall miss
yes I'll be back
to steal a kiss
I may come back
as bird or fish
and if you miss me
(that is my wish)
but when you gaze
upon the sea
it just might be
you don't see me
but look again
up to the sky
for I may be
just flying by
As I read this today, I am mising you my friend, ..you must have knew that I would come back to read your last poems posted. You are deeply nissed.
So nicely runs the rhyme along with the complain and nostalgia that you forget the real matter it concerns.But is it not art's purpose, to transfer you to another world, in a world less hard or....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not just few but every poetic soul will miss you. The space you occupied on earth will remain void forever.