The people are so brightly clad
And sashes and scarves and jewelry fly
The air is filled with song and laughter
To which all the people set to dancing.
I watch from a window with pleasure
One eye shut, to see it all the best.
Deep within my stomach, there’s a hole
But I ignore the knots and disquiet.
After all, the streamers join the buildings
In a great mass of color, joy, and light,
And the music rattles the clouds above
With the cymbals and the bells and the beat.
I watch one little girl tossing flowers
In a wild and carefree sort of way
Her little feet are dancing down the street
With no worries and no sorrows so haunt her.
I watch, and my heart fills with longing,
And I want to look for all eternity.
But soon, my arms grow sore and weak,
And I am forced to lower the kaleidoscope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
longing.. in a discerning manner. keep on SusxGLx