It was just water and more water
How long can you savour such depths
I was lonely all over again
So I drew a wooden ship
Did the ship have a mast?
I really cannot recall anymore
It probably didn't have all a good ship should
In form, just barebone
Everywhere just water and more water
I kept losing my way all the time
The sky was dark too, in the shops of stars
Sales were dull beneath the roof of clouds
The wooden ship that I drew will sink
Will memories of the shipwreck make you weep?
In the darkness you had grown distant
Tomorrow you too will be an abandoned lighthouse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem