Every morning
My mind welcomes your face
Dawning upon my consciousness,
As in the land of the rising sun.
Your face remains afloat
Even in twilight consciousness
Like a fire-ball floating upon the sea
At times intense,
At times diffused,
But never setting,
As in the land of the midnight sun.
This fantastic land knows not
What’s a sunless universe,
So do I know not,
A you-less me.
I float in the nostalgia
Of your astringent memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem