I think that I may have
loved you once.
Grey blue eyes that go on
until infinity and hold the
secrets of the universe
(eyes that are the same color as
mine.)
I think that I may have
seen you in a dream;
through thickest fog on
a mountaintop, in fields,
golden indian summer
lying in tall grass.
I think I may have
broken your heart;
kind, and giving, but
so afraid. Know that I
would have gladly
given you mine
if the mountains between us
were not made of
time, and reason, distance,
longing and sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem