under the silhouette of the sakura tree
with a man sleeping til the day is just right
bandaged on the right
and just waiting for the right moment alight
feeling the gentle breeze slapping to and fro
listening to the grass grow
and the gentle breeze of the ocean air
swishing amongst the rocks below there
just hanging by the cliff
lies the nest of the great albatross
warming her eggs
of youth and nurture
up upon the hill shoots the works of stars
busy among themselves frolicking in the night sky
and the moon smiling to its fullest
let it shine let it shine as he would say
light just too bright for him to see the day
yet it still stirs in him too greatly
as it takes time to heal and measure these days
it only takes to pay to see her gentle smile
just waiting for the right moment
to gleam to shine amongst thy sullen night
let it blow let it grow
these kindred spirits of the elements
join together and let it flow
gently does it
as they fly amongst the rest
as he rests in the floating clouds
he who wishes it
gently smirks off the grimace
to bring the right moment for you
to let it fall
to let it rise
amongst the rest
it is the right moment
it is then i will open my eyes to see you, my lovely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem