To the end of the sea
like small little boat
I can make them all float
and reach their destiny.
Like stars in the night
I can, am letting them loose
when and which eyes they might
my poor little babies may choose.
I sigh and I blow and I pray
let each little stripe find it's way
till they fade away out of sight
fill Tabula Rasa's Delight.
Madrason 29-05-2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem