(to tpw)
and it is all right,
i can let this night
pass away quietly
without anyone knowing
how my thoughts tiptoed to
where your thoughts were.
but were you even there?
i did not see you
under the neon light
of my imagination.
where have you gone?
my hands search the night
in dreams - of you
sound asleep somewhere
like an innocent child.
i scribble these words
softly without making a sound
so as not to startle you.
i whisper to your heart
yet i don’t want you to wakeup -
i might find you indifferent.
sleep on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem