I've watched you from a distance.
There's a child I can see in back of your eyes.
She's always clad in calico and rubber band clasped
She has lace socks that long ago lost their pink ribbons.
I envy your innocence.
She has an airy holding place where breathing is easy.
I, like the Arcadian god Pan watch patiently.
I play my shepherds' song and wait for frenzied love.
It will overturn reason and entice you forth
across the boundary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem