A promised return
so close one could almost touch
Sitting, dreaming of a memory
while listening to the rain
and the music, so strange.
Today was a practical day
interspersed by these dreams
embraced by others though
and longing grows.
Now this music plays, so strange
It is soothing
memories can relax
and dreams will not overtake life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem