Ships passing in the dawn
Waving greetings on a golden sea
Reaching out to touch-then gone
Is that the way it's meant to be?
Ships passing in the day
Sensing rhythms quietly
Giving only words away
Is that how it ought to be?
Ships passing in the night
Isn't that all we're meant to be
One sailing left, the other right
And soon between the widening sea.
Wednesday, July 6,1988
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem