My star perspires gentle stardust
raining down like a monkeys wedding
I open my mouth meaning to sing to my star
Instead I hear nothing.
Except the hollowness of a seemingly empty soul.
Then within this emptiness, a sky so black
My solitary star leaps like a despondent body.
Flung from a desperate height, my star lands
In a pool of mute moonlight.
I weep, not for the loss,
but for what I never called by name.
I never told you you were the brightest
nor the closest to me
I just sat and marveled at your glory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem