I am hungry for...
something-
whatever.
But it's gone.
It's over the mountain.
Somewhere beyond.
It's left me empty.
It's given me dreams.
It's fuel for my fire.
It's sunlight and
moonbeams.
And I am not alone,
or maybe... I am.
But that's not what I
meant.
Even if we're all half-
spent...
We are all searching
for something...
That thing that's
gone and went,
it's sailing with
the stars.
It hasn't a name
yet, but it's a
part of who we
are.
It's up...
up...
and away.
I searched yesterday,
and today.
I will tomorrow.
Maybe someday.
Maybe someday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem