Off this boat I go.
I’ll just row, row, row.
Towards the sun for now;
With the moon 180 from the bow.
I’ll just drift away
And find another place to stay.
It wasn’t even yet a trek,
But the boat is only a speck.
I won’t again look back,
For it is now all black.
I’ll continue to drift on this sea,
Along with Fate and Destiny.
I’ll just wait for the eclipse,
Before I once again see those lips.
How, then, would it be?
Need I yet again sail the sea?
How will it end?
Would our shadows blend?
(08/15/2010)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a sad poem! i feel blue, but very emotional.