Tie my hands
if you must—just don't take away the quill
I've miles and miles upon my walk
for I am living still.
There's thoughts or maybe more—dancing in my head
lefthanded in the thrill of all…
are fantasies and mysteries
still needing to be read.
We'll taken the morning starting run
by noon we'll make the hills
of cabbages, and kings, and such,
and other fancy frills.
Come true my love
aim for the stars—we'll take the night away
where we can share a happy time
beyond the Milky Way.
My wish for all is that you love
each other tenderly
and when tomorrow comes to play
much happier we'll be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem