Somewhere,
you are soaking in darkness,
whispering
love to the ear of a secret star.
You hold it with your
withered-grass,
eclipsed-moon
eyes.
I cannot keep from wondering
of the thought pushing through
your mind at this moment-
a jangled thought
of how that star,
we both admire,
has spent its last light,
but we’re too far apart
to know of that
death,
or perhaps, a thought of me-
how wonderful I am? !
Where are you
in this night?
Where can we go, now
that we’ve turned
our eyes
to some immediate,
earthly structures-
separate-
under that star?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this poem......