MY BLUE-EYED POET
Do sketch my voyage, my blue-eyed poet!
Do sing my mirage in the autumn rain!
I can still hear the autumn's sonnet.
I seem to have packed my travelling bag.
The ship in my mirage is ready to sail.
I am still jealous of the flocks' free paths.
My mirage floats in my autumn days.
Do sing my voyage, my blue-eyed poet!
The autumn melody is a slow dance.
The rustling leaves are calling my name.
Do sing my voyage in the autumn rain!
The autumn's palette still paints my ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem