Peregrination Poem by Bisy Untan

I travelled a long
Following your reverent silhoutte,
Hoping the dead end is near
To sit a little and take rest.

But no! the road winds down again
To a valley unknown!
Your transplendent presence only
Is the hope of comfort.

I cannot see your face!
Why don't you look back?
Still I feel a cozy air
Where your presence is my heaven

Please, Please understand,
No heaven I matters
Without the presence of you,
So let's sit on this hill top.

Be kind and stop my dear,
Give a touch on my forehead,
Let my road ends
And let the heaven blooms here! ! !