The sunlight has gone cold,
and the wind is dripping peacefully.
I am waiting for someone to bring me flowers,
and tell me life is too uncertain for plans
and i really think it makes a difference
to waste my time this way.
Looking up at the stars
whose small lights do not serve the world
and i consciously give people permission,
to do the same at the bend in the road
where we all must turn into each other's keeping.
We all can grow light in each other's shadows,
and drink from one cup to draw closer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love the last paragraph