Desert thoughts come to mind when rain pours,
hearing your voice echo'I'll be yours'.
But the flowers dance in the wind, all sorts of kinds.
Will tomorrow ever come I wonder,
I don't want you to enter my home-there's thunder.
My madness plays a major role you know,
but beyond that is a soul seeking to glow.
A glow with a wandering function,
wandering if it will illuminate at a junction.
I want be as a streetlamp,
for light and evaporate your loneliness that's damp.
I come silently, shyly, humor dryly.
I feel you saying'come find me', but I hesitate remain silent,
I love you and it may be best to hide it.
But you are my new muse,
a statue of gold that unties my bonds loose.
You made me free and now I want to make you happy.
I love u madly, can u see?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem