Crowded alone, for a lonely cry,
Grasping, pleading, aching to feel,
Feeling hurt, not knowing why,
Like riding on a Ferris Wheel.
With desperate desolations,
Little rationalizing minds,
Like an imagined indecision,
Just like elation in a bind.
Then sanity comes round again,
Turning to meet up with before,
Go round, Go round, Go round, my dear,
Around the circle, dear, once more.
I stop and gaze, and then I see,
A lovely lovers gallery,
Those gone, those here, those yet to be,
All Stars, my love, my galaxy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem