Searching you
to put an end to my desire
I want to feel, I want to know
why the wind is blowing,
why the stars gleam,
why the time buried behind me.
Like a lone walker
I pass through the night.
The wind has died down
known my name and your name…
And the burning gone down -
the lights between the leafy branches.
And my wandering at last
toward emptiness…
I found a quite fire,
which can burn deep with
into my soul for hope…
My soul is still on fire,
I hear the timeless echos in the winds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem