When I lost my sails in the troubled waters
and through the entire voyage
you guided me,
as a morning star
once as an evening star.
I hear your breezy whispers soaked with love
and see your twinkling eyes in the pitch darkness.
At the edge of the World you stand like a light house.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An exquisite word portrait.10, of course. Warm regards, Sandra