Between me and
Eileen
an ancient vague subject
called
time.
while
i always feel
i have time;
she always
think and feel time.
i see a lighted candle simply as the sun;
she sees the lighted candle like 'the' full moon.
i like to fly and orbit around the moon;
she want to built a safe lovers' colony
on the moon.
she wants less light in the night time, because she is always
hiding in the moon;
i wants wine to be
rested and served on the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem