Others I have like you tried and tried.
To look at only the surface just with sleep.
Having once seen the child.
I longed to play with.
When I am this child am I still asleep?
Sleeping I stare at the sea wide wake.
What lays beneath made you and me the orphan.
Like all my other simple words it is forgotten.
What ever it was how you left just because it was sleep.
To sleep with me one last time I knew once again.
Whatever may come to those which you could I know.
However we parted one from the other indirectly I prayed.
To play as you played as in former times when I rise.
And the house built on joy where it stood.
When I changed what you never changed.
Sleeping I met the eye the eye of the stairway.
Smooth exclusively circular and even in sleep
the surface was not ever shaved.
I met the eye,
calmness I found - the eye where my dream,
I think that you may have doubts.
Simply because of those dreams, I am the child.
Whom still when asleep dreams of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem