what then happens when
the rain stops
ah, even the sound of the
fallen leaves
what then after all the
stacks of papers are removed
all those stuff you cared for
all burned
then the ashes on your feet
the sighs of your longings
then the sounds of arguments
fade on those halls
what is left? who is left out?
can you suffer all alone?
when you enter an abandoned
house
open the door and what greets
you is the silence of those
empty floors, all furniture
taken, windows closed and dusty still
the heaviness of all emptiness
hangs on your shoulders
you must leave all these in exchange
for that open space of trees
and flashing landscapes on the trains
as you surrender back to your one and
only home: those distant stars hanging
on the vast skies, moon and poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem