From the moment I met her
She's been wiggling,
This way and that
Like a naughty young nak
Or a baby pla beuk
Who dreams of wide seas.
I'm only inviting her to visit,
My words a humble net of black line
She slips through every time.
Just when I think I've got her,
Surprise, she's changed again into something
Splashing in the pools of my memory,
Swimming just out of reach
While I stand upon the beach, laughing
Beneath hot stars opening the door for night
And my dreams, where she's so much easier to hold on to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem