Tonight, I wish to be
the gladdest creature
touching flowers
profusely blooming.
desolate...
sitting here on a huge stone,
hefty; weighted with love
and whole history of the world,
beam of the affable moon,
river reflecting clouds,
illuminated,
peculiar moon shaped
like a black billed magpie
what merriment does it speak?
it's all coming back to me,
the thing i have long interred
why is this so?
i just can't comprehend though,
perhaps I just missed
someone I've loved
long ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem