I come back to life through your eyes again,
The stars grow bright from your gaze on them,
Flowers hasten to open their centers;
At your touch awakens a dream.
I heard you calling my name before
I came, but it was too late by then;
But we are only two floating thoughts
The world flows by, like a passing stream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem