There is no time for nerves
when striking out beyond
the farthest moon where
heaven is the sun of desire, where
time waits patiently, where
hope floats, where
“made in China” is never found.
Northern lights are like sun and stars
rewarding the moon watcher when
the tonight of desire is love.
Delicious is the patient rain that
calms the nerves and colors the
clouds and personal desires do not
interfere with calm’s end.
One particular cloud awaits the moon.
- September 10,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i agree with Rani...awaits...yes...with a thought of desire...good poem, Ben 10