on the still water at night
looking up, stars shining bright
high above the stars swirl and swish
take a breathe and make a wish
with the same wish everytime
that one i made at nine o' nine
i hope it comes true someday
but you know I'll do it anyway
brush away all the blues
i need some good news
back to the platter at hand
seeing that silver strand
up in the clear night sky
so clear it will make you cry
i got to thinking about my life
with so little hell and so little strife
i need a catalyst to set me off
so that nothing will ever tick me off
in the dark of that night
i saw one star shine bright
in the dark of that night
i realized 'i need a bight light'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, how beautiful! such a rare jem, but a jem we can all relate to. a sad realization? but a good one none the less